As soon as Marcus settled into the car, he shrugged off his coat, revealing a thin sweater underneath. Gripping the steering wheel, his attention remained fixed on the road ahead. Upon hearing Melissa's words, a faint chuckle escaped him.

Melissa, in her early thirties, couldn't help but feel a bit girlish with her remark.

Marcus' chuckle caused Melissa to blush. She knew him too well not to notice.

Meanwhile, cradling an apple in her arms, Kiana sat in her car seat and innocently remarked, “Daddy laughed at Mommy again."

Unexpectedly, Marcus softly replied with a yes.

Leaning back in her seat, Melissa turned to look at her husband and softly uttered, "I'm probably not with the right man."

In an instant, Marcus reached for her hand.

With his gaze fixed ahead, Marcus responded earnestly, “Why? Is it because I haven't taken care of you properly, both physically and mentally?"

Feeling vulnerable, Melissa couldn't resist giving in to her emotions.

"Marcus, the children are still in the car."

Marcus held her hand for a moment before releasing it.

The black Rolls-Royce glided quietly through the night, enveloping Melissa in a sense of safety and comfort.

Leaning back in her seat, Melissa gazed out the window at the dark night, her thoughts drifting to Jessie, likely reveling in the holiday festivities as well.

Meanwhile, at the Waston Mansion, Lights illuminated the scene.

The spacious kitchen was brightly lit, bustling with activity as Jessie and Jeslyn worked diligently. Jeslyn had taken on the task of baking a cake for Christmas, intending to decorate it with a castle featuring Albert.

Jessie had been occupied for quite a while, but she finally completed baking the cake base.

As she grappled with the cream piping, Jessie found herself in a dilemma. While she managed to shape the castles with relative ease, figuring out how to extrude Albert's Likeness from cream posed a challenge.

Observing Jessie's struggle, Jeslyn leaned in, resting her chin on her hand and offering encouragement. “Just shape him the way you see him in your mind and eyes," she urged. “I've noticed how you often stare at him. Isn't my dad handsome?"

Jessie felt the urge to sew Jeslyn's mouth shut.

While she wasn't familiar with Albert's late wife, it was clear to Jessie that Jeslyn had been greatly influenced by Albert's upbringing.