The doorbell's sound elicited a frown from Marcus.

Marcus considered that no one aside from Melissa would visit. However, witnessing her recent embrace with Ryan fueled confusion. Why did she seek him out now?

Did she perceive him as a doormat?

Discarding the bath towel, Marcus approached the door and opened it.

Upon seeing Melissa outside, he regarded her with a cold stare.

Melissa, clad in soaked attire, exhibited a pallid complexion.

Clutching herself, she gazed at Marcus with a plea in her eyes.

“Marcus, I have something to confess."

Summoning her courage, she intended to divulge the truth to him.

However, Marcus was no longer willing to hear those sweet words and lies. Melissa had lost her credibility a while ago.

The prospect of continuity seemed implausible without trust.

Uttering coldly, he stated, "Save your words."

Despite his coldness, he refrained from dismissing her. The influence of alcohol tonight sparked a desire for indulgence, and Melissa presented herself. Though devoid of emotions, he found solace in her physical presence.

Marcus gestured for her to enter, turning to the side.

Hesitant, Melissa sensed an anomaly but couldn't pinpoint it.

Upon entering, mindful of staining his carpet, Melissa removed her shoes at the entrance, proceeding barefoot. Intent on locating slippers, she found herself embraced from behind. “Forget the slippers. You'll be taking everything off later, anyway."

Marcus was the only man Melissa had been with, and she could discern his desires.

He wanted her, but only physically.

Without uttering a word, she allowed him to take control. As his touch intensified and he turned her around for a kiss, she couldn't help but lean on his shoulder and whisper, "You and... You and her..."

Eager for immediate gratification, Marcus nonchalantly declared, “It's not happening."