She shoved him away.

Breathless and flustered, she turned her head, avoiding his gaze.

Seeing her reaction, Marcus held back, refraining from any further advances.

Instead, he softly stroked her cheek and whispered, "Do you still feel something for me, Melissa? Have you been with anyone else these past years? I..."

"It's none of your business, Mr. Fowler!" Melissa blurted.

The thought of Marcus being with Violette made her feel sick. She struggled to understand her own feelings, still reeling from their kiss moments earlier.

Clearing her throat, she said firmly, "I'll call a taxi. Get my car fixed and send it to me!"

With that, Melissa hurried away.

But Marcus caught up with her, draping his coat over her shoulders as he gently said, “Come stay with me, okay? Let's figure things out together. I'll take care of you and Matthew."

Pulling her into a hug, he held Melissa close.

As Marcus spoke, Melissa felt herself drifting, lost in their conversation about love, resentment, and the future.

But the harsh truth remained Melissa had made the decision to leave Marcus three years ago.

And she had no intention of turning back even with their son in the picture.

Now, Marcus found himself tied up with Violette, the woman he was set to marry. Melissa, however, saw through his sudden change of mind.

She knew it was all because of Matthew.

It made her feel a surge of revulsion at Marcus' actions. How could he be with another woman while still bothering her?

The disgust jutted from her eyes.

She yanked his arm away, her voice sharp. "Mr. Fowler, spare me your nonsense." With a quick grab of her handbag, she stormed off.

Beside her car, Melissa's heart sank at the sight of the flat tire.

She kicked the tire and muttered curses. Who the hell did Marcus think he was? Why did he think he could just get away with anything because he was rich and influential?