She didn't have to do anything specific. Just being there with him was enough. Once they were married, she could choose to either work at the company or stay at home.

Marcus harbored dreams of preparing a villa and starting a family with Melissa.

However, they deemed it more fitting to indulge in the pleasures of life alone with her for at least another two years.

Melissa, leaning against the door, felt weakened. She had overheard Marcus' conversation with his mother, and she greatly admired the easy-going nature of Marcus’ mother.

Aware of the formidable influence wielded by Marcus' family, she felt that things were moving at an unexpectedly swift pace.

Yet in this very moment, Melissa found herself genuinely yearning to marry Marcus.

Melissa found herself pushed against the door, and Marcus uttered words resembling a proposal.

Marcus declared his intention to take her back to Duefron to meet his family.

She trusted in the truth of his words; he had thoroughly contemplated the matter.

Amidst the chaos of her thoughts, Melissa crystallized her desire in a simple sentence-She wanted to marry Marcus.

Despite her naivety, she carried an air of reserve.

Nestling in his embrace, Melissa refrained from making any sudden moves. She avoided meeting his intense gaze and instead playfully reached out with a delicate finger to caress his nose. "Indeed, it's quite elevated."

Marcus’ breath quickened.

Moving closer, he whispered in a husky tone, “I'm discussing something important, and here you are, flirting with me. Do you not feel any discomfort?"

His demeanor suggested a desire for intimate moments with her.

Melissa refrained from teasing him further.

Unabashedly snuggling against his shoulder, she enveloped his neck with her arms and playfully remarked, “You're always teasing me."

"What? You want me to go find some other woman?"

Their close proximity allowed Marcus to tenderly kiss her.

Subsequently, he swept her off her feet and placed her on the master bedroom's bed.