Leaning in, Marcus pressed a kiss against her lips.

Uttering in a hushed tone, he proposed, “Let's head back to the hotel, Melissa. I'm eager for some intimacy."

His bluntness was too much for Melissa to handle.

They had been intimate multiple times throughout the day.

Fearful of discomfort, she hesitated.

Observing her embarrassment and unease, Marcus grinned. He contemplated the delightful prospect of teasing her upon their return.

Just as Marcus prepared to start the car, a call from Duefron interrupted.

It was Marcus' mother, Rena.

Marcus responded, his tone gentle, "Mom, what's going on?"

Rena's demeanor remained composed.

She conveyed, “Your father and I got wind of your involvement with a girl in Warsew. He's overly thrilled, contemplating arranging a special flight to Warsew. He even urged me to prepare for a wedding.

Marcus, if you prefer not to have your father land in Warsew, enjoy your stay for a couple of days there, and then bring Melissa back.

I'd like to meet her as well. Your grandparents are equally eager."

Marcus rubbed his forehead, pleading, "Mom."

Rena chuckled. "I've done my utmost to dissuade your father. I nearly considered having a doctor sedate him."

With a gentle touch, Marcus released the buckle of Melissa's seat belt.

Cradling Melissa in his embrace, Marcus shared Rena's words with her.

Rena's gentle voice echoed, “Marcus, you're aware of your father's temperament. If it weren't for Alexis, you might have been pressured to have a child at your age."

Marcus inclined his head to meet Melissa's gaze.

A blush graced Melissa's cheeks, given their recent intimate encounter. Despite the impulse to touch her, Marcus spoke earnestly, "Mom, I understand. I'll bring Melissa back soon."