Melissa sensed the weariness in him and the perpetual stream of business demands he faced.

Bending down to pack his belongings, she made a concerted effort to stay as quiet as she could and not to disrupt his workflow.

A smile graced Marcus' face. The suite spanned 700 square meters. How could possibly be disrupted by her presence?

As the night grew late, Marcus toiled away on his work until three o'clock in the morning.

Stretching, he noticed that Melissa was still occupied with her tasks.

Approaching her quietly, he gently took her hand and pulled her into his embrace. "It's just a suitcase. Is it really so challenging to pack it up?" he remarked.

A faint blush adorned Melissa's cheeks.

In a hushed tone, she divulged, “I've laundered and dried the clothes you've worn. When you return, you can stow them directly in the wardrobe. There is no need to send them to the cleaners anymore."

Marcus cast a glance at the neatly pressed garments.

The shirts, meticulously pressed, exuded a pristine appearance.

A tender sentiment washed over him. Caressing her head, he said softly, “I didn't marry you to turn you into a housekeeper. In time, we'll have servants to handle these tasks. There's no need for you to labor over them yourself."

Assisting Marcus, Melissa meticulously folded his clothes, appearing fully engrossed in the task.

After some time, she murmured, “But I enjoy doing these things for you."

A profound gaze lingered in Marcus’ eyes.

Seated in an armchair, Marcus delved into his phone, tending to business matters. Beside him, Melissa assumed the role of a dutiful wife.

Marcus relished the tranquility of the night, appreciating the simplicity it brought.

Upon completion, Marcus lauded her efforts, eliciting a mix of embarrassment and annoyance from Melissa.

Marcus lifted her and carried her to bed.

He displayed a certain assertiveness, cradling her entire body in his arms possessively.

In a subdued tone, Melissa resisted, "Marcus, I can hardly breathe."