Pausing, he added, "Give it to me once you have it in hand."

"Why?"

Gazing at her momentarily, Marcus Lightly tapped her head, remarking, “silly.”

Of course, they would proceed to get married.

Mutual affection and shared intimacy left Marcus with no reason to abstain from marrying this woman.

The wedding, on the other hand, could be deferred.

Confusion clouded Melissa's gaze as she beheld his handsome features.

She had no idea what Marcus was planning for their future.

Raising his hand, Marcus checked the time on his watch.

Declaring, "I'm heading to the 12th-floor conference center. Your breakfast is set. Take the hotel car after you've eaten. Sylvia will arrange it for you."

Marcus prepared to depart.

Facing a temporary separation, Melissa hesitated to let Marcus go.

Tilting her head, she sought a parting kiss from him.

Initiating such gestures was an uncommon occurrence for her.

Responding with a subtle smile, Marcus leaned down, engaging in a prolonged kiss. Finally, in a husky voice, he inquired, “Feeling better?"

Melissa blushed.

Certainly, Marcus had pressing matters to attend to, prompting him to leave promptly.

Melissa didn't sleep in.

Rising from bed, she underwent a quick freshening and meticulously applied hand cream, a sense of sweetness enveloping her heart.

She was not accustomed to a life of luxury or indulgence.