Lost in thought, Jessie bit her delicate nails before abruptly asking, "What about Marcus and you? After all, he's Matthew's father, isn't he?"

Melissa responded with a faint smile, choosing not to answer the question directly.

Jessie pressed Melissa to treat her to a meal in return for the ride.

Melissa glanced at the time and confirmed that it was indeed Lunch time, prompting her to agree.

It seemed inconsequential.

By the end of their meal, Jessie was drunk, requiring Melissa's assistance to return home.

The winter sun cast a warm and cozy glow.

The small villa where Jessie resided was remarkably quiet. As soon as Melissa pulled up in the car, a servant hurried over to greet her.

Glancing at the inebriated Jessie, the servant expressed concern, "Mr. Watson has arrived. Will he be upset if he sees Miss Green in this state?"

Melissa surmised that Jessie wouldn't likely care about how Albert saw her anyway.

“Don't worry, just help her inside," she reassured the servant, untroubled by the potential consequences.

As Melissa and the servant assisted Jessie into the house and settled her on the sofa, Albert descended the stairs, clad in a white bathrobe, indicating he had just showered.

Jessie's muttered words cut through the air. "Why are you still here?

I'm done with you. Understand? I won't sleep with you anymore."

Blushing furiously, the servant hastily withdrew, and Melissa, feeling the awkward tension, murmured, “Well, Mr. Watson, I'll take my leave."

"Wait a moment,"

Albert commanded, halting her. “I'll be attending a party at the Fowler family's house this weekend. You're coming with me."

The Fowler family's house?

After being stunned for a while, Melissa refused it by instinct.

However, Albert said seriously, "The representative of Summit Ltd will also attend the party. You know we have been trying to establish business partnership with them for a while. So that's an order, Melissa."