She groaned inwardly. The person she was fetching was Paulina Waston, Albert's father's legal wife.

Albert had probably chosen Melissa for this mission for a reason.

It'd be awkward for him to show up himself; but as his right-hand woman as well as the acting CEO of the Waston Group's Duefron branch, Melissa was the perfect fit.

Melissa braced herself, knowing Paulina probably wasn't coming with good intentions.

With a sigh, she got up and headed to the shower.

Gazing at the marks on her skin in the mirror, she muttered, "Damn it, Marcus!"

As she finished showering, a towel-wrapped figure enveloped her.

Marcus hugged her from behind, nuzzling her neck as he asked, “Why are you up so early?"

As Melissa dried off, Marcus playfully teased her.

Turning around, she wrapped her arms around him. “I've got a pick-up at the airport. Work stuff, you know."

Marcus snickered.

“Is this Albert's bright idea, huh? Seriously, His family mess shouldn't be your problem."

Melissa leaned in, planting a kiss on Marcus' chin.

Was she trying to appease him, perhaps?

Marcus relented. "Alright, alright. But let's grab a bite first. Then I'll chauffeur you to the airport!"

Melissa couldn't believe Marcus was actually willing to compromise.

Marcus grinned. "Now that we're married, how can I still be tough on you?) I'm turning over a new leaf -— I'll be more chill and considerate!"

The bathroom fogged up entirely.

The vibe was relaxed, and Melissa wasn't exactly bundled up. In fact, she was wearing just a towel on her bath.

They were head over heels for each other and things almost got out of control.