NovelEnglishWith just the three of them remaining in the room, Marcus surveyed their surroundings.
The room, although private, was quite small, not much larger than thirty square meters, bathroom
included. Marcus had in mind to find a more spacious one for Matthew, but Melissa, after tucking the little boy in, whispered gently, “Let's not worry about that. The doctor mentioned Matthew could go home by.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttomorrow afternoon, all being well” Marcus chose not to comment further.
Just as Matthew seemed ready to drift off, seeing Marcus reinvigorated him, and he excitedly declared, “I want to have some wonton.” Given Matthew's poor appetite the last couple of days, Melissa quickly got to her feet, saying, “Alright. I'l go get some.” Marcus gave her a look.
As Melissa was putting on her coat and nearly out the door, Marcus stopped her, insisting, “I'l go! You stay here with Matthew.” He leaned over, planted a ki*s on the little guy, and affectionately teased, “You little rascal, always getting your way, aren't you?” Lying on the bed, Matthew gazed at Marcus with wide, innocent eyes.
His small, soft face bore a striking resemblance to Melissa's.
Marcus felt a pull to caress Matthew's cheek over and over. Then, in a raspy voice, he whispered, “Hang in there for me, okay? Try not to fall asleep.” Melissa walked him out, their exchange brief and quiet... Thankfully, their encounter was free from conflict.
Shortly after, Marcus returned, bringing with him three servings of
‘wonton.
A foldable dining table stood ready in the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMelissa opened the package, and the three of them gathered around the table. Automatically, she moved to feed Matthew, but the boy scrambled into Marcus’ lap, eager to share his meal.
(Bears) Marcus showed a gentle patience with Matthew, a stark contrast to his interactions with Melissa.
It was nearing midnight by the time Matthew finished his late dinner and drifted off to sleep.
Melissa, assuming Marcus would leave, murmured her thanks. To her astonishment, he started to undress... He removed his sweater and belt, and then settled on the sofa with his coat as his blanket, announcing, “I'l head out in the morning.” Melissa felt this was not right.
Given their separation, sharing the same space overnight seemed out of place.
She had no desire to relive the discomfort endured the other night at the Fowler residence.
With that thought, Melissa moved to the sofa and said softly, “It's time for you to go. | can look after Matthew on my own.” Marcus leaned on the sofa, casually placing a hand behind his head, his gaze sharp as he observed her.
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