- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
As she pondered, her phone lying on the bed started ringing.
Melissa wrapped herself in her scarf and returned to the bedroom to answer her phone, expecting a call from Julie. However, it was Marcus on the line.
As the new year approached, Marcus's voice was devoid of warmth, saying, “Matthew can't sleep without his pillow. I'm waiting downstairs.
Please bring it”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCaught off guard, Melissa hesitated.
She stepped onto the terrace and immediately noticed Marcus’ car at the entrance. He was casually leaning against it, phone in hand, visibly under the weather even from afar.
Parked nearby was Albert's vehicle.
For a brief moment, Melissa was at a loss for words. Finally, she managed to say, “Marcus, Mr. Waston..
Marcus cut her off, his tone icy, “Miss Brown, you are single.
You're free to see whomever you please without my input. What do we have between us aside from Matthew? The times we had sex last month were just flings. Why? Still dwelling on it?” His words stung.
Melissa, no longer inclined to justify herself, responded quietly, “I'l bring it down now” The phone call ended. She grabbed Matthew's favorite pillow, switched her footwear, and stepped outside.
The night wind was strong.
Marcus leaned against his black Land Rover, puffing away on a cigarette.
His dark coat merged with the night's shadows.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMelissa walked up to him.
Worried about Marcus’ foul mood's potential impact on Matthew, she clarified to him, “I'm not with Mr. Waston. Jessie's at my place.” But Marcus showed no interest in her explanations.
He took the pillow and said lightly, “No need to explain. Your Life is none of my concern. Melissa, | won't pry into your personal stuff.
Who you're seeing, where you went to, Heron or Tashkao, has nothing to do with me. We're just old flames, nothing more.” Melissa cast her gaze downwards, forcing a smile.
After a brief silence, she said softly, “Mr. Fowler, have a happy new year.” Marcus fixed his gaze on her before entering his vehicle. The Land Rover then executed a swift turn and vanished into the night.
Melissa paused, not rushing back inside.
She decided to leave Albert and Jessie alone for a bit and found herself anice spot, surrounded by wisteria vines.