Melissa suggested.

Nonchalantly, Marcus discarded his coat and loosened his suit.

“There're some ingredients in the fridge," he mentioned. “Why don't you stay and dine with me?"

"You want me to cook for you?

Marcus, are you serious?" Melissa questioned.

Marcus gazed at her earnestly. “I'll do it. I never had the chance to cook for you before," he offered sincerely.

However, Melissa declined firmly, "No, thanks. I'm not interested."

With his piercing gaze fixed on her, Marcus asserted, "Well, if you decline my offer, I don't mind seeking out Albert and proposing to borrow you for a few days. I believe he'd be willing to exchange a secretary for a project worth ten billion."

"You audacious bastard!" Melissa cursed.

Marcus gestured toward the sofa. “Have a seat and watch some TV. I'm heading to the kitchen. We've got some mutton chops, your favorite," he announced.

He softened his tone, averting his gaze. "Trust me, you'll enjoy it,” he assured her.

Melissa felt a pang of sadness at his words.

She sat on the sofa, unable to focus on the TV. It all felt surreal to her.

She swiftly retrieved her mobile phone and dialed Albert's number, simultaneously sending messages to her subordinates. Engrossed in her tasks, she processed paperwork using her phone. In truth, she refused to be idle, purposely avoiding thoughts of Marcus to the point of momentarily forgetting her surroundings.

Despite her efforts, memories of their past flooded back.

Marcus poured her a glass of milk.

He then disappeared into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The mutton chops were expertly roasted in the oven, perfectly seasoned to capture the essence of authentic French cuisine.

Alongside, an array of other dishes adorned the table, each equally enticing in appearance.

Marcus, while serving the dishes, maintained his noble and elegant demeanor.