Considering the remote location, we need to address the company matters properly before setting off."

Marcus offered no objection. He stood there for approximately two minutes before departing.

Sylvia could only sigh.

Melissa awoke to find it was already four in the afternoon.

The ward carried a subtle aroma of food. While pleasant, Melissa found herself devoid of any appetite. Her longing to see Marcus intensified.

Sylvia remained in attendance, presenting the food with a smile.

“Feeling any better?"

Melissa gazed at Sylvia with a distant expression.

Eventually, she inquired softly, "Where is Marcus?"

Sylvia responded, "Mr. Fowler has gone to the company."

After contemplating for a moment, Sylvia opted to share the news with Melissa. "Mr. Fowler has resolved to spend at least a year at Livebop. The flight's on next Friday. Melissa, if you truly care for him, you can't let him depart for Livebop without you; or maybe you should consider going along with him."

Numerous variables would come into play over the course of a year.

The future remained uncertain.

Melissa, taken aback, mumbled, "Is he going there because of me?"

Sylvia sighed. “Not entirely. Mr. Fowler has harbored a desire to assume control of that company for a while, but he hasn't identified a suitable candidate to take charge of things there. This opportunity presented itself, prompting his decision."

Melissa cast her gaze downward and uttered, "There are still six days until next Friday."

Suddenly, a sense of bewilderment swept over Melissa.

Should Marcus truly venture abroad, would he remain within her sight?

Could a new romance blossom in a year or two?

Such scenarios were plausible.