Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chatper 1367

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 1367 You Don't Understand Me

"Indeed, you talk about how great love is, how it can drive people to give up their lives. I think it's foolish. There's no

need for this. That's what happens when people wake up. If they don't wake up, the woman's gone, and the man

left behind would carry guilt all his life."

Upon hearing this, Beryl furrowed her brow, "Don't say that. This kind of undying love is rare and precious."

"Oh?" Marcellus didn't expect her to say this, deliberately putting on a nonchalant face, "Why so?

There's absolutely no need."

"Why not?" The girl's face instantly turned serious, "Such feelings are truly admirable and enviable. How many girls

have the courage to risk their lives for the ones they love? Do you think she didn't know that she might not wake

up? She was just too in love."

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

"What about you? Would you do it?" Marcellus put down the cutlery in his hand, his hands resting on the dining

table, looking at her with a meaningful gaze.

Beryl was stunned for a moment, understanding why he had asked that question. She didn't say she would, nor did

she deny it. After a moment of thought, she replied seriously, "I wouldn't know what I'd choose until the crucial

moment. I just feel that if you truly love someone, you should devote yourself without reservation. The foundation

of love is dedication."

He had heard plenty of grand theories about love, but this was the first time anyone had told him that the

foundation of love was dedication.

Marcellus mulled over this phrase in his mind a couple of times, then let out a small laugh, "That's quite good."

Beryl felt her cheeks burning at his "quite good". She continued to nibble on her sandwich, pretending not to hear.

The breakfast took nearly forty minutes. After finishing, under Marcellus's insistence, Beryl got into his luxurious,

low-profile Bentley.

"Mr. Perkins, are we heading to the office?" Tomas, Marcellus's driver, asked respectfully.

Without lifting his head, Marcellus answered, "Go to her school first. Drop her off there."

"Got it."

This was not the first time Beryl had ridden in his car, and even Tomas had seen her a few times. Compared to her

previous restraint, she was now quite relaxed and didn't feel the least bit embarrassed even when she heard the

two men discussing her.

Habit is a frightening thing. It can creep into your life silently when you least expect it.

Watching the streets receding rapidly outside the window, Beryl suddenly remembered something, "By the way,

since you can go out today, I won't be coming over to take care of you tomorrow."

His burn wound was almost completely healed. Beryl had checked it yesterday while applying for the medicine, and

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

there were indeed no scars left. That ointment really did wonders.

Marcellus, who had been studying the stock market trends on his tablet, was suddenly distracted, "Why?"

"You're all healed."

"Who said so?"

Beryl knew he was going to be stubborn, "Don't be unreasonable."

Marcellus put on an innocent face, his tone sincere, "I'm not. I'm genuinely not healed yet."

"But your wounds have closed up."

The man slightly raised his head, pondering for a moment before saying, "Although my wounds have healed, my

emotional wounds haven't fully healed yet. It's okay if you don't want to take care of me, but I need your company."

Annoyed by his nonsense, Beryl called out his name a little louder, "Marcellus."

"See, you're being serious again, aren't you?" Marcellus sighed in a helpless tone, then addressed his driver,

"Tomas, why can't she understand my feelings?"

Tomas also played along with a chuckle, "Miss Juliet! Mr. Perkins doesn't want to mess with you. He just wants to see

you anytime, anywhere. He just misses you too much."

Report chapter Comments