Standing next to him, she barely reached his shoulder, her stature probably not exceeding 5.2 feet.

That morning, as he held her beneath him, she seemed to sink into the softness of the bed, light as a feather.

A flicker of desire crossed Marcus' eyes, but he refrained from pursuing it further.

Instead, he led her to the dining room, where a lot of food awaited, including even a bottle of red wine, suggesting a celebratory mood.

Melissa, accustomed to attending to Marcus during meals, gently pushed a plate with tenderly cut steak towards him.