Toying with the necklace, he embraced her with one arm. “Are you upset? Your temper flares up effortlessly. What are you, if not a little firecracker?"

"No, I'm not."

Marcus casually set the box down.

He spun her around, pinning her beneath his body, and shamelessly whispered in her ear, “You adore my carrot so much, and yet you claim not to be a rabbit?"

Uttering these words, his fingers traced over her.

Her form was tender and petite.

Confidence waned in Melissa, prompting her to bury her face in his arms, hesitant to emerge.

He proved mischievous.

A sense of satisfaction washed over Marcus.

In truth, he was teasing her. It was just a casual thank-you gift for Sylvia. Exquisite indeed, but not enough for someone as important as his little bunny. Naturally, he had to be meticulous in selecting Melissa's present. Enlisting a renowned designer seemed the prudent choice.

Marcus couldn't hastily buy their engagement rings.

He hugged the woman tightly, feeling happier than he had in the past twenty years. His heart brimmed with so much happiness that it almost overwhelmed him, yet this intense emotion transformed into a serene peace following their intimate connection.

Subsequently, they lay together in tranquility.

Despite the less-than-ideal time and setting, he cradled her in his arms on the bed and softly uttered those three words.

His demeanor exuded utmost sincerity.

Melissa shivered slightly, sniffing as she clung tightly to him.

In a soft tone, Marcus inquired, "You've shared my bed with me. Will you now come home with me?"

Before she could respond, he burst into laughter and playfully pinched her cheek. “What's the plan now? We skipped contraceptives today. If you're expecting, there's no escaping, is there?"

Melissa sat upright.

Unaware of her allure, she remained in that provocative posture.