Melissa was wearing light clothes. After the rain, she stood there and hugged herself, soaked to the bone.

The black limo slowly passed by, and she saw what was going on in the backseat.

Marcus was there, and the beautiful girl from earlier was clinging to him, leaning in for a kiss... Melissa looked at them dully. She was able to convince herself that what Marcus did in the private room was just an act to provoke her.

But now, the spectacle of Marcus being intimate with Jessie sobered Melissa up in a heartbeat.

Perhaps Marcus really wanted to end this relationship.

Perhaps she had overindulged in her own wishful thinking all long.

Her insistence, in his eyes, only pestered him.

She pondered what led her to believe she held a special place in Marcus' heart, that he would forgive her repeatedly. She questioned why she believed he would choose her over the beautiful, noble woman in the car with him.

Melissa looked at them quietly, feeling as though she had just been stabbed in the heart.

Her bright eyes reflected Marcus’ entanglement with another woman.

Soon, the limo passed her by and disappeared into the night...

A quiet settled over her surroundings.

The road was draped in drizzle, its gray surface glistening with water.

As the car glided along the wet path, Marcus glimpsed Melissa merely four or five meters away. Their proximity allowed him to discern the emptiness and pain reflected in her eyes throughout the night.

In this instant, Jessie nearly nestled into Marcus' arms.

Almost instinctively, Marcus entertained the notion of pushing Jessie aside, yet he halted his movement midway.

The question lingered in Marcus' mind-why did he still concern himself with Melissa's emotions?

Marcus had severed ties with Melissa; distancing himself was his intention. Going soft was not an option now.

Consequently, Marcus refrained from pushing Jessie away from his side.

Instead, he lowered his head, creating an illusion of an intimate moment that resembled a kiss.