Marcus himself was not doing much better. He was a virile young man in the prime of life, but he hadn't had sex for the last three years.

Since he was now with the woman he always longed for, he was eager to satisfy his primal urges.

As his sexy, hoarse voice reached Melissa's ears, it made her feel a sense of numbness.

Nevertheless, she was no fool. She knew that his claiming for the files was nothing but a ploy. His main aim was just to get close to her. And she didn't indulge him at all. "Mr. Fowler, it seems you can't easily control your sexual urges.

“Your stubbornness is worth nothing," Marcus retorted.

It was rare for him to speak so rudely to her.

For what seemed like forever, they stared directly at each other as their young bodies trembled as a result of their efforts to hold back their urges. No one else apart from the two of them could understand the amount of lust in this cold winter night and how they both felt.

But after all, they were humans and not animals. Hence, they had to act rationally.

“I'm going upstairs," Melissa said and pushed him away.

Leaning against the car, Marcus watched as she made her way towards the stairs.

Gently wiping the corner of his mouth, he kept his dark eyes fixed on Melissa's retreating figure. Her waist looked really slender and he was itching to grab it. He couldn't help but recall how he felt when he held her in his arms just now.

"I've broken up with Violette," he said softly, his voice sounding clearly in the cold breeze.

Melissa stopped in her tracks when she heard this.

But Marcus continued, "I broke up with her even before I knew about Matthew."

Then he went up to Melissa and gently held her arms from behind.

Taking her into his arms, he rested his chin on her neck and whispered, “I'm sorry."

He was apologizing for what he said three years ago.

Perhaps Melissa would never forget those words he said that night.

Nonetheless, it was necessary for him to apologize.

Right now, she was trembling in his arms.