Female NovelChapter 2849 Was she being naive? Marcus typically enjoyed teasing Melissa and seeing her in a state of confusion, but not this time. He wanted to be clear and earnest with her. He was serious about her and wanted to treat her as an equal.
The thought of teasing and guilty pleasures, Marcus decided, could wait until after marriage.
In truth, he was puzzled by his own readiness to forgive her.
Maybe it was love's inexplicable nature.
He chose not to delve deeper into it.
Marcus was a man who believed in action. His role was to take care of Melissa, while Sylvia would manage everything else about her.
He reclined against the headboard, pulling Melissa into his embrace.
Dialing the internal line, he ordered an array of dishes. Melissa's cheeks were tinged with red. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “I'm hungry." His proximity was overwhelming.
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She found herself leaning against his shoulder and neck. A simple glance upward revealed his perfect chin. The pleasant scent of his body filled her senses. Marcus looked so striking, he almost seemed to glow.
Melissa felt like she was in a dream.
Could she truly be with this man? (Eagles) She wondered if being braver, accepting her difficult past, ignoring judgmental stares, and simply being kind to him would make her worthy of Marcus.
Melissa felt a deep sense of emotion.
She probably harbored feelings for Marcus for quite some time, yet the thought of them being together had always seemed out of reach.
She pondered if her kindness could bring joy to Marcus.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
To her, his happiness mattered above all else.
Melissa even considered enduring her least favorite food, carrots, every day if it meant his happiness.
Tears unknowingly filled her eyes, and her lips quivered.
Softly, she began, “Marcus, we... We...” Marcus, resting against the bed's headboard, watched her in silence.
She was undressed under the sheet, but despite their recent intimacy, they appeared composed.
He caressed her hair tenderly, and then her face, and finally, her hand. The touch seemed to ease the pain from her wounded hand.