The smirk faded from Marcus’ face. “If money or jewelry isn't your preference, do you aspire to be Mrs. Fowler?"

He rose and approached her, delicately pinching her chin.

Whispers brushed her ear. "Just take a look at yourself. You're repulsive. Do you truly believe you merit the title of my wife?"

Melissa's complexion paled further.

A sudden reluctance to explain gripped her, sensing Marcus’ profound disgust and disdain.