Melissa hummed lightly.

Ever the voice of reason, she added softly, “Marcus, sharing a bed once won't resolve our issues." Last night... truly meant nothing.

His bitter laugh hung in the air as he rose from his seat, walking up behind her and whispering in her ear, "What about sleeping together a few more times then?"

Melissa wanted to say there would be no next time.

But he let go of her.

Despite his anger, Marcus retained his composure, finishing breakfast alongside her before dialing Sylvia to arrange for a car. He glanced at Melissa as he spoke into the phone. "Yes, I'm with Melissa. Bring over a set of clothes for her," Marcus instructed Sylvia. "Hers are too wrinkled to wear."

Frustrated, Melissa threw a pillow at him.

How shameless could he be?

Was this his idea of retaliation?

On the other end of the line, Sylvia hung up the phone, pondering Marcus' mood from the previous night. Was he happy or unhappy?

Half an hour later, Sylvia arrived with two sets of clothes.

Marcus and Melissa changed before heading downstairs. She was ready to hail a cab, but Marcus surprised her by opening the car door.

“Get in! I'll take you to the company."

Melissa glanced up at Marcus' expressionless face, noting that his demeanor still betrayed lingering anger.

Yet, Melissa sensed a change in him.

In the past, he would have turned up his nose and walked away with pride.

Melissa felt her heart soften slightly as she hummed in agreement and settled into the backseat, Marcus following suit.

Sylvia couldn't contain her laughter as she sat beside Ross.

In the rear of the car, Marcus and Melissa sat in silence as Sylvia conversed with Ross about the weather. “Looks like we're approaching thunderstorm season. The weather can be quite unpredictable, sunny one moment and pouring rain the next."

Sylvia smiled in agreement. "Isn't that the truth!"