Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1329 Taking the Oil Pot for Her

From the beginning to the present, he called her girlfriend again and again and expressed his loyalty over and over

again. If this kind of momentum had been used on other women, they would have been fascinated by him. At the

very least, they would have fallen in love with him.

However, she was an exception. No matter what he said, she didn't believe him. She insisted that he was just

fooling around. At first, Marcellus could accept this kind of behavior, but as time went by, he would get anxious

when he heard it.

What else could he say?

She didn't want the gift and didn't want to listen to him at all. Did he have to force her to lie on the bed and have

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sex with her?

Just as Beryl was thinking about what to say to get away, someone knocked on the door of the private room again.

Beryl immediately pointed to the door as if she had found a life-saving straw. "There's someone there."

"I heard it." Marcellus let out a deep breath, but he didn't get up. He raised his voice and said to the door, "Come

in."

Two waiters came in pushing a dining cart. The upper and lower floors were filled with all kinds of ingredients. Beryl

was upset just now and did not realize that she had ordered so much. At this time, she found that the food was not

for two people. It was enough for four people.

After the waiter arranged the ingredients neatly on the table, the chef behind them came over with a pot of hot

beef oil soup and a healthy bacteria soup. The light reflected on it, making people drool.

When Beryl smelled the fragrance, her gaze had already been drawn over. Seeing that she was focused on eating

and did not even glance at him from the corner of her eye before Marcellus was about to twist her face over, he

suddenly heard her gasp.

"Watch out!"

Marcellus's eyes turned cold. When he turned his head, he saw the chef wearing a white chef's hat and holding a

pot. He suddenly swayed and saw that the hot soup in the pot was about to spill over.

Marcellus didn't even have time to dodge. He could only bend forward a little and wrap his arms around the girl on

the seat.

"Ouch!"

The next second, a man's terrified shout rang out from behind her. Beryl did not know what had happened, but she

had a hunch that the soup had been splashed all over Marcellus.

If he didn't take this step forward and dodged, she might not be the one splashed.

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She immediately stood up from the chair and walked behind the man to take a look. He was wearing a dark brown

trench coat today. From the middle of his back to his tailbone, there were thick red marks.

That was the bottom of a boiling soup, and the oil was boiling higher than the boiling water. With so much oil on his

body, it was hard to imagine what his back would look like.

Beryl couldn't care less. She immediately reached out to take off his windbreaker. "Hurry up and take off your

clothes!"

Marcellus didn't feel any pain the moment the bottom of the pot was splashed on him. Because the temperature

was too high, his back was numb. But now, when he raised his hand to take off his clothes and pulled his muscles,

he felt how much pain he had in his back.

It was the kind of pain that seemed to burn off a piece of skin, especially when the trench coat was taken off. There

was only a loose shirt on his body, and the fabric clung to his body. Every time he rubbed it, he felt as if tweezers

were picking up his flesh.