Marcus didn't hesitate.

He guided her to a specific brand and requested the most luxurious skincare products, encompassing items for the face, hands, and body.

Melissa found this skincare set a tad pricey.

She gestured towards another set, remarking, “Let's go with this one.”

Marcus took a sample and delicately applied it to her hand. Then, with a meaningful tone, he remarked, “You have normal skin. This set is designed for dry skin. If you use it, you might get pimples. It could affect your complexion and, well, the feel of my hands."

The mention of the impact on the feel of his hands caused Melissa's face to blush once again.

Marcus cast a glance at Melissa before addressing the saleslady.

His good looks were undeniable. Engaging with the saleslady, he exuded a discerning air, as if the entire counter were at his exclusive service.

The salesladies, captivated, regarded him with glistening eyes.

One of them ventured, “Sir, are you purchasing skincare for your younger sister? She seems quite youthful."

Marcus declared in a flat tone, "She's my wife. We tied the knot a while back."

The saleswomen stood in collective astonishment.

It caught them off guard.

With a flush coloring her cheeks, Melissa lacked the courage to challenge Marcus. He, in turn, confidently retrieved his platinum card and instructed, "Settle the bill. The PIN number is identical to the lock password of the apartment."

In a hushed tone, Melissa questioned, "Why not pay the bill yourself?"

“Didn't I purchase it for you?"

Reluctantly, Melissa took the card and settled the bill. Returning, she presented the receipt to Marcus, as if offering it to a guardian.

Pleased, Marcus affectionately patted her head, commending, “Well done."

The saleswoman remained in a state of shock.

Melissa harbored a sense of embarrassment.