Time seemed to stand still.

This was a matter between adults, with ambiguity roaming in every corner of the small room, mingled with complex emotions that no one else could understand.

There were a lot of feelings swirling around, except for relief.

Even though many years had passed, they both still hadn't found closure. Now that they had met unexpectedly, even a simple polite greeting seemed difficult.

The store clerk hesitated for a moment before asking Melissa in a low voice, "Do you know Mr. Fowler?"

Melissa finally regained her composure and forced a smile to her face.

"Yes, I used to be his secretary," she explained.

"Oh," the store clerk gasped in surprise. She now finally understood the situation. "Let me go get some cups of coffee while you and Mr. Fowler catch up.”

She did not even give Melissa a chance to decline before rushing off.

But as the sound of the clerk's footsteps died away, a young woman suddenly came from nowhere and jumped into Marcus' arms playfully.

"Marcus, this dress is not really convenient for me to move around," she complained with a pout.

The dress in question was a light pink gown that looked very beautiful and girlish.

Violette looked really stunning in it.

But Marcus didn't even glance at her. With his arm on her shoulders, he said to the woman before him, “Long time no see, Miss Brown. This is my girlfriend, Violette Finch."

Violette was surprised.

Even though they had only gone on a few dates, she had met some of his friends already, but he had never introduced her like this to anyone.

It made her very happy, and she even complained playfully, “If you had told me that we'd meet friends, I wouldn't have acted like this."

Then she extended her hand to the so-called friend and said with a smile, "Hello, Miss Brown."

Melissa felt a bit dazed as she stared at the extended hand. Marcus, on the other hand, was continuing to stare at her face.

After a moment, she finally reached out to shake Violette's hand.