The thought was electrifying.

The store manager, sensing the shift in atmosphere, intervened with a stern glance that quelled further gossip. He was adept at handling such situations, quickly providing refreshments like orange juice, coffee, and a fruit plate for their VIP guests.

The store was even temporarily closed to the public to ensure their privacy.

Marcus, no stranger to such deference, remained nonchalant.

Julie, however, found herself caught between amusement and concern, worried about Melissa's reaction to their extravagant shopping spree.

Over coffee, Marcus mentioned casually, "She ought to be informed sooner or later."

His approach wasn't about keeping secrets from Melissa, rather, he aimed to establish a bond with Matthew on their terms.

Fifteen minutes later, Sylvia made her way into the store, her arrival marked by a slight complaint about Marcus's choice of location.

However, her mood shifted instantly upon spotting Matthew, a boy bearing a striking resemblance to Marcus, at his side.

Catching her breath in surprise, Sylvia's eyes widened.

Marcus, lounging with Matthew busily engaging with a toy on his lap, looked up as Sylvia approached. Her voice, light and curious, broke the comfortable silence. “Where's his mother?"

“Working late," Marcus replied with an even tone.

Matthew, picking up on the conversation about his mother, flashed Sylvia a charming smile. "Mommy's at work," he announced proudly.

Sylvia found herself utterly charmed by the boy's sweet disposition.

After a moment of captivation, Sylvia remembered her mission, proceeding to handle the transaction with a mix of efficiency and warmth.

Sylvia also took a moment to caution the shop assistants discreetly.

After completing her task, she approached Matthew, squatting down to his level with evident fondness.

Matthew, unfazed by new faces, greeted her warmly.

In a hushed tone, Sylvia observed, "He bears a striking resemblance to Melissa."

A soft smile graced Marcus' lips. The sound of Julie's phone interrupted the moment, likely a call from Melissa. With a touch of disappointment, Marcus gently ran his fingers through his son's hair.