Given his background, if he hadn't maintained his chastity, scenes like this might have unfolded countless times before.

However, it didn't. He wasn't the kind to sleep around.

Apart from Melissa, no one had ever captivated his attention.

Yet, here she was, unbuttoning and shedding tears before him.

She seemed more willing to exchange her body for money than to marry him and bear his children.

"Enough,"

Marcus suddenly spoke, looking at Melissa. She was still trembling as she gently wrapped her arms around herself.

After a prolonged gaze, he remarked, “I haven't reached a point where I can't find a woman to share my bed."

Turning away, he leisurely extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.

He moved with deliberate slowness, appearing lost in thought.

Eventually, he stood upright, delivering in a solemn tone, "I'll gift you this watch as a token of our time together. As for anything else, let it go."

With those words, he offered a faint smile.

His smile radiated charm, even in moments of intense anger or composure.

Greedily, Melissa fixated her gaze on him.

Yet Marcus turned away, whispering, "Leave. Don't let me encounter you again. I can't predict my actions if our paths cross once more."

Melissa remained motionless for an extended period of time.

It wasn't a lack of desire to move; rather, she felt unable to do so.

After a brief pause, Marcus, without turning around, reiterated, “Leave. Do you understand?"

"Fine."

Melissa's voice carried a subdued tone. After an extended pause, she gathered the scattered clothes from the floor, dressing herself one piece at a time.