Yet, turning their gaze, they spotted Marcus. Tucked away in a quiet corner, Marcus sat, partially turned away, with a petite girl beside him. His profile was very gentle, and he leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was tender, perfectly paced, as if time stood still.

The girl seemed hesitant at first. He turned her face towards him, whispered something, and kissed her again.

On a closer look, they confirmed it was indeed Melissa.

Really, it didn't matter who she was. What struck them was seeing Marcus in a light they never imagined. They had no clue how he acted in love or showed tenderness to a woman.

But now, they witnessed it.

Marcus, too, could fall deeply for someone.

He was genuinely serious about Melissa.

Everyone watched in silence. After a moment, someone murmured, “It looks like Mr. Fowler is quite fond of Melissa. He really cares for her."

That explained why Marcus was so eager to reunite with Melissa after their separation.

Warsew stood as a diminutive city on the map.

Apart from the occasional tourists seeking luxurious accommodations and willing to spend money at such high-class hotels, the usual clientele for this type of establishment was quite limited.

Aside from the couple, the bar housed now only a handful of Fowler Group employees.

Hushed conversations sparked in the air.

“Mr. Fowler is quite something."

"Mr. Fowler possesses quite the adeptness in kissing; their passion was palpable."

Sylvia, in her role as Marcus' chief secretary, deemed it prudent to offer a subtle reminder. Without such caution, Marcus risked being captured in photographs that could find their way onto the Internet.

Sylvia approached and discreetly cleared her throat, asking, “Mr. Fowler, would you like me to take care of signing the bill for you?"

Marcus looked up, spotting his secretary.

Female employees behind her discreetly glanced around, feigning ignorance of Marcus’ presence.