Unfazed, she took a sip of her own.

Marcus, observing her, remarked, "It's been a few years. I thought you'd become more accustomed to drinking. Why only just one sip? Are you feeling unsafe?"

Melissa shifted slightly, contemplating the glass in her hand.

She smiled. "How could your car be unsafe, Mr. Fowler? You must be joking."

Marcus remained silent.

Violette sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere between them. Was it because they hadn't been getting along well at work? Why did tension always arise whenever Marcus and Melissa crossed paths? But based on Violette's understanding of Marcus, he wasn't the type to impose himself on others. If he truly harbored animosity toward Melissa, why would he agree to offer her a ride home?

It must be for Albert's sake.

The atmosphere in the car grew awkward, with silence prevailing.

Fortunately, they reached Melissa's destination swiftly.

Melissa stepped out of the car gracefully, leaning against the door with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fowler."

Marcus met her gaze, his eyes brimming with intense emotions.

Glancing around, he smirked. "You certainly know how to pick a location. It's well-connected, easy to find a taxi."

Melissa understood his implication, blinking innocently.

"Thanks, Mr. Fowler. I'll leave you and Miss Finch alone then. Good night."

Before Marcus could respond, Melissa closed the door.

However, as soon as Melissa closed the door and turned away, she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her, and her heart ached with an inexplicable heaviness. Melissa's encounters with Marcus in Duefron seemed inevitable. Despite being aware of his relationship status, she couldn't shake off the weariness of constantly dealing with him.

Three years had passed, and while she had moved on, it seemed Marcus hadn't.

His evident hostility and disdain lingered.

Under the neon lights, Melissa blinked.

It was hard to determine who was at fault at this point. Neither of them could be blamed.