A part of him wanted to confront Melissa, to demand answers.

He couldn't accept that her feelings were a facade. Their closeness, their intimate moments — were they all a lie?

In a distracted motion, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt.

Just then, Sylvia entered. "Mr. Fowler, the car's ready downstairs.

Is Melissa back? Should we pack her things and go get her?"

Her words trailed off as she noticed the disarray.

Melissa was meticulous; something was amiss.

Seeing Marcus' grim expression, Sylvia realized something was seriously wrong.

In a cold voice, Marcus commanded, "Cancel the Duefron meeting indefinitely. I need you to find Melissa's location."

Sylvia stood there, taken aback.

Had there been a fallout? But they seemed so happy together recently.

Two hours later, at Warsew train station.

Melissa stood in the security check line, lost in thought. The queue stretched endlessly before her, her gaze fixed on the ticket she held.

She stood there, anticipating someone's arrival.

Melissa was certain Marcus would find her before her train departure.

Suddenly, chaos broke out behind her.

She tensed, hypersensitive to her surroundings. Amid the noise, she could almost discern Marcus' breathing.

A familiar scent of wood enveloped her.

It was unmistakably his fragrance.

Melissa lifted her gaze, her eyes reddened from tears.