Melissa nibbled on the noodles, her gaze lowered.

After a moment, she softly uttered, “I'll accompany you back."

Following Melissa's statement, a period of silence ensued between the two of them.

After a lengthy pause, Marcus playfully pinched her cheek, grinning, "Dig into those noodles; they're getting soggy."

Melissa bowed her head, nibbling on the noodles in small, measured bites.

However, the man who urged her to eat noodles fixed a prolonged gaze on her countenance.

Once they had finished their meal, Melissa inquired about Marcus' scheduled for the flight following day.

Marcus drew her close, seating her on his Lap. Extracting a cigarette from the table, he refrained from lighting it, cradling her in his embrace before remarking, "Ten o'clock. You can steal a bit more sleep."

A surreal sensation enveloped Melissa.

In a matter of hours, she would depart from this place, heading back to Duefron. A realm of unfamiliarity awaited her, and truth be told, a twinge of fear gripped her. Navigating the role of a wealthy family's daughter-in-law was never a cakewalk for Melissa.

Despite the amiable nature of the Fowler family, Melissa couldn't confine herself to their homely confines.

She found herself obliged to go out with Marcus to attend social engagements, She wished to avoid causing him any embarrassment.

Simplicity and innocence adorned Melissa's demeanor, her emotions laid bare. Smirking gently, Marcus uttered, “We'll tackle that discussion later. For now, it's bedtime."

Clutching his sleeve, Melissa asserted, "I've got to pack. My ID card is still at the rented place. We also need to wrap up the lease.”

Marcus pondered briefly and nodded in agreement.

"I'll arrange for a car to send you there tomorrow," Marcus informed, with an early morning meeting on his agenda.

"No need, I've got it covered." She planted a kiss on his chin, exuding a hint of reliance. Much like a puppy eager to please its master, she added, "It's not far. I can grab a taxi on my own.”

Uttering those words, her face tinged with a blush, she rose and made her way to the cloakroom, eager to assist in packing his belongings.

Initially, the task was designated for his secretary, but with someone now in close proximity to Marcus, he no longer had to delegate orders. Furthermore, he preferred having Melissa handle these responsibilities for him.

Subsequently, Marcus attended to a few more matters on his laptop.