He tenderly rested her head on his shoulder as she wept in his embrace.

Saying nothing, he was indifferent to the tears staining his shirt, gently patting her back as one would soothe a cherished pet.

The doorbell interrupted the moment. It was a waiter delivering their meal.

"It's okay," Marcus whispered softly, kissing her lips. She avoided his gaze.

"I'll get the food. You should get up and freshen up," he suggested, a hint of blush on his face. "You can find my clothes in the dressing room. Choose something to wear. I'll have Sylvia bring you some of your own clothes later."