He stood up straight, elongating his slender body.

Then he slowly turned his head and stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers. In an emotionless voice, he asked, “Why are you here?

How many times do I have to tell you not to look for me? Melissa, no matter what you do, it's useless. We had our share of good times, but those days are over. Besides, I already told you that if you have a request, just say it."

The dying embers on the cigarette butt sputtered feebly before going out.

Marcus turned around, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.