Chapter 2890 "Marcus, please.
Can we talk? Just half an hour, or maybe just ten minutes.
" Her voice laced with humility.
Marcus, however, was beyond patience.
With a gentle but firm motion, he freed his arm, stepping back to eye her with a frosty stare.
"What then? I'm to believe you, plan our future, lay the path ahead... Only to be met with deceit and your confession of indifference towardsall over again?" His voice was tinged with suppressed despair.
Finally, Marcus found his words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I won't grant you forgiveness so easily all the time, Melissa.
Your regret, to me, is insignificant.
I'll marry, perhaps someone of equal standing.
Maybe there'll be no love, no joy.
But at least, I won't have to constantly decipher her thoughts or fear her leaving.
My life is too full for such juvenile romances.
" He spoke with a sense of finality.
Once he finished, Marcus felt no reason to linger.
To Sylvia, he casually remarked, "Cater to her needs, if she has any.
" With that, he strode out, sparing Melissa not a single backward glance.
In the quiet hall of the Fowler Group, a heavy silence reigned.
The unspoken truth was clear to all: Melissa and Marcus were really done. The female staff, once envious, now somehow felt sorry for Melissa.
After a prolonged silence, Sylvia softly broke the stillness.
"You haven't eaten, have you? Let's go for dinner," she whispered.
Melissa merely shook her head in response.
Gazing at the discarded sushi in the trash can, Melissa's thoughts drifted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSylvia's voice broke her reverie.
"Mr.
Fowler's still angry, hence the harsh words.
Talk to him later, Melissa.
Tears choked Melissa's voice as she whispered an agreement.
"I'm leaving now," she murmured.
Sylvia made a move to stop her, but Melissa was quick, vanishing from er her sightin moments.
im Sylvia lingered, the atmosphere gradually lightening around her.
Employees were leaving, sgossiping, others speculating about Marcus and Melissa's relationship. Sylvia surveyed the scene, her voice firm.
"Want to lose your jobs? Mr.
Fowler's anger today could turn to endearments tomorrow.