Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1263 Would You Mind?

It was rare for Beryl to hate someone in such a short period of time. Mrs. Bronte was an exception. She had only

seen Moira for less than ten minutes and was already slightly resistant to her emotions.

Marcellus took the woman's body as she leaned in, wrapping his arm around her and planting a kiss on her

forehead, returning to his playboy demeanor. "Drinking is the only way to have fun, " he said.

"You're so annoying." The woman pretended to be shy and hit him gently. It seemed that she was flirting with him

instead of really refusing him.

Beryl had never seen such a scene before. Her family was a very traditional family, and the way they expressed

their love was reserved and tactful. There was no doubt that she could not accept such a scene.

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"Ahem..." She cleared her throat and pointed upstairs. "If there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs."

Moira couldn't wait to see her go up, but she was interrupted by Marcellus when she was about to speak. "Aren't

you watching TV? Keep watching."

She wanted to watch TV, but now the two of them were flirting with each other. What would she think?

Beryl took a deep breath and tried her best to calm down. "I won't watch it now."

Marcellus looked at her tense face and didn't want to make things difficult for her, but now he suddenly had an idea.

He had thought that she was naive enough not to care about anything, but now it seemed that was not the case.

So, he pointed to the sofa not far away and ordered, "Sit there and watch."

Beryl knew that it was useless to refuse, so she could only accept her fate and walk over to sit down. She could

pretend that there was no one behind her. Anyway, her back was turned, and she could not see anything.

It turned out that she was still too young. Just because she couldn't see didn't mean that she couldn't hear it. When

those ambiguous moans entered her ears, she felt terrible.

"Be gentle. It hurts so much..."

"Ah, it's so itchy. Don't be here. There is still a person..."

"I miss you so much, Mr. Perkins..."

The woman's unrestrained voice kept ringing out. At first, Beryl could still pretend that she didn't hear it. However,

the woman behind her not only didn't stop shouting, but she also became louder and louder, as if she was doing it

on purpose.

Did Moira call that on purpose?

Beryl couldn't listen to what was on TV at all. She just felt that such an excellent host could do this in front of others.

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She felt that her spirit had been impacted. After experiencing so many things in one night, she really wanted to vent

her anger.

When this thought appeared in her mind, she could no longer suppress it. She stood up from the sofa and walked to

the bar counter. The two of them had already hooked up and were not hiding their emotions. Her unhappy

expression was written all over her face. "I'm going to bed."

Marcellus looked up and said in a relaxed tone, "Sleep? Wait a minute."

"I can't wait." Beryl had to spit it out, so she simply said, "I'm here to disturb you. Why don't I go upstairs and sleep."

Marcellus saw the fire burning in her eyes. He did not know why, but he preferred Beryl to her obedient look.

She didn't pretend. She just said what she wanted to say instead of pretending.

She behaved very well, but the rebellion in her bones was no less than that of anyone else.

"Don't I think you are disturbing us? Or do you mind?"

Beryl was on the verge of exploding. Mind? Aren't they going to let others mind what they've done?