Regaining her senses, Melissa felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She hastily wrapped herself in the bed sheet and spat, "Marcus, you jerk."

Marcus' eyes betrayed no emotion.

Touching his cheek, he spoke slowly. "I haven't been slapped since childhood, let alone by a woman. Melissa, how many times have you slapped me so far?"

Melissa attempted to rise and speak, but he pushed her back down.

Their positions were awkward, yet he showed no embarrassment.

Unable to bear it any longer, Melissa turned her face away.

Her cheeks flushed, and her voice quivered as she protested in a delicate yet determined tone, "I'm here to discuss business with you."

Marcus reached out and handed her a receipt.

After glancing at it, she was taken aback.

Marcus pressed her body against his and whispered, "You took the pill.

How did you conceive Matthew?"

Melissa continued to study the receipt.

After a moment, she regained her composure and comprehended Marcus' questioning.

With all her might, she pushed him away and tore the receipt to shreds. Her voice turned icy as she declared, "It was all a ruse. I didn't really take the pill. I intentionally make myself conceive your child, aiming to seize the Fowler family's assets one day, which will be my revenge on you. Does that satisfy you, Mr. Fowler?"

Melissa scrambled out of bed, intending to flee.

Tonight was truly not the appropriate time for such discussions.

However, after just a few steps, he captured her and flung her back onto the bed. It was evident he intended to interrogate her right then and there.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong with him.

She attempted to kick him, but he swiftly grabbed her foot and twisted it painfully. The agony nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Marcus showed no remorse whatsoever.