Leaning against the car, Marcus took a drag from his cigarette, the flickering ember casting an alluring glow on his handsome features.

Melissa couldn't resist the urge to call him.

Her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

In a husky tone, Marcus responded, “Are you worried about me? Didn't you want to draw a line with me? You made it clear you don't want anything from me, preferring Mr. Watson's offerings over mine. It's none of your business whether I leave or not, Miss Brown."

Marcus' words were laced with bitterness and jealousy, particularly when he referred to her by her last name through gritted teeth.