Opening a drawer, she glanced at the transfer letter from Albert.

She'd made her decision to stay but hadn't discussed it with Marcus.

Not that he'd asked.

Was he just confident she wouldn't leave, or...?

When the bathroom door creaked open, Marcus emerged, towel still draped around his waist. Spotting the lamp on and Melissa still awake, he dried his hair and settled beside her. "Why're you still up? Are you waiting for me? Honey, remember, we have to abstain for the first trimester of your pregnancy!"

“I'm not waiting for you," Melissa shot back, giving him a pointed Look.

Marcus' heart melted at the sight of her flushed face.

He slipped his hand under the covers, his voice softening. “Really?

I'll find out when we have your checkup."

Melissa pushed his hand away. “What do you think you're doing?"

At first, she wasn't feeling up for getting frisky, but he persisted.

He had a way of putting her at ease. Eventually, she found herself disheveled and on the verge of tears as he held her close.

Lightly tugging at her thin pajamas, he murmured, "Are you going to challenge me again?"

Melissa nibbled her Lip.

She lifted her head and planted a kiss on his chin. Even though she didn't speak, he knew what she meant.

Grinning, he teased, "You're really craving me, huh?"

Resting against his shoulder, she scoffed, “Cut it out, you jerk!"

Then they went at it again. Afterward, she didn't dare provoke him anymore. She got up and headed to clean up...

When she returned, she found Marcus leaning against the bed.

He held the letter in his hand.