Though Marcus was aroused, he controlled himself due to the elevator's surveillance camera.

He stroked her red lips and muttered, “What? You think I had sex with someone else? Melissa, that bothers you, right?"

Melissa stayed silent.

Her slim arms wrapped around him silently.

Marcus felt a twinge of sadness. He held her waist and she was draped in his suit jacket. When the elevator door opened, he whispered in her ear, “Don't be mad at me anymore, okay?"