She felt she had no other option.

After accepting Marcus' friend request, Melissa received no message from him. Ten minutes later, she dialed his number. "Marcus, we need to talk."

"I'll be waiting."

When Melissa grabbed her car keys and headed out, Julie was taken aback. “Where are you going? Dinner will be ready shortly."

Melissa evaded, "I forgot an important document at the office."

Julie reminded Melissa not to overexert herself and emphasized the importance of her health.

Melissa offered a faint smile.

To avoid causing any disruption to Julie and Matthew, Melissa refrained from disclosing the details of her conversation with Marcus to Julie. Sitting in the car, Melissa held the steering wheel for a moment, lost in thought, before starting the engine and driving off.

Melissa soon arrived at the building complex.

Standing before the door of the penthouse apartment, she adjusted her coat and rang the doorbell.

Marcus answered the door.

Although it was chilly outside, the apartment exuded warmth. Marcus stood there in a simple white shirt, his handsome face radiating maturity and charm, accentuated by his deep gaze.

Marcus cast a discerning gaze over Melissa.

She was draped in a dark brown high-necked overcoat, likely with a dress concealed beneath it. Black stockings enveloped her exposed calves.

Her long hair was elegantly coiled up, and her makeup was light yet flawlessly applied.

In truth, she appeared stunningly beautiful.

However, Marcus frowned. "Don't you have something warmer to wear?"

Melissa's complexion was somewhat pale, her recovery from the cold was not yet complete. She spoke softly. “I'm not here to discuss my attire with you. What I wear is none of your concern, Mr. Fowler."

Melissa's tone was sharp.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Marcus stepped aside to allow her entry. As she bent down to remove her shoes, he closed the door with one hand while encircling her waist with the other, swiftly pinning her against the door.