Soon, he and Jessie were seated in the back of a black Limousine.

The ever-so-thoughtful Jessie fetched him an ice-cold bottle of water and even unscrewed the cap for him.

The driver drove steadily. Marcus, who was actually completely sober, couldn't help but compare Jessie with Melissa. Jessie knew how to please a man, whereas Melissa was completely clueless when it came to those things.

However, Marcus was never interested in those things to begin with.

It was undeniable that Jessie had a better figure and a better family background compared to Melissa, but so what? Jessie was indeed alluring and sexy, but even with her hot body pressed against his, he didn't feel the least bit aroused.

It turned out that he didn't have a thing for her at all.

Suddenly, Marcus felt extremely bored.

Jessie failed to notice this and kept trying to strike up a conversation with him, asking where he wanted to spend the night.

“Take me back to my company," Marcus said flatly.

Jessie was stunned.

Not wanting to lead her on, he said bluntly, “Jessie, since we grew up together, I won't beat around the bush. I wanted to give us a chance, but now I don't think anything will come out of it. I don't want to give you any false hope."

Jessie's blood ran cold.

She looked up at him and asked incredulously, “Are you still thinking about her? Marcus, she's in a different world from us. Are you sure you want to choose her?"

“I'm not choosing anyone."

Marcus rolled down the window and said, "I'm going to Livebop soon.

I can't get into a relationship for the time being."

“Then I'll go with you."

Cupping his cheek, Jessie locked eyes with him, unwilling to give up such a chance. Red lips parted slightly, she said very gently, "Marcus, let's at least try it, okay?"

Marcus narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was about to push Jessie away when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa standing across the street.