Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1459 Breaking Lovers Apart

Her family was poor, but Wallis and Amir had always tried their best to give her the best they could. However,

Marcellus was the opposite. Other than money, he had never received anything else.

He kissed her passionately and carried her back to the bedroom on the second floor. Her phone was placed quietly

in the middle of the bed. He raised his hand to sweep it away and it fell to the floor, making a muffled sound.

Beryl was completely immersed in his embrace, giving herself entirely to him.

When you liked someone, you had to give them everything you had without reservation.

Even if he did not say anything now, Beryl could understand his feelings.

This time, Marcellus was extremely ruthless. There were several times when he even hurt her, but she did not say

anything. She was willing to endure that he was beside himself at this moment.

The sky outside the window darkened silently. In the end, he lay dormant behind her and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell

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me, you love me."

Beryl propped herself up and let out an emotional confession at the same time as her rapid breathing. "I love you."

"Call my name."

"Marcellus..." Her face was as red as peach blossoms. She closed her eyes and called out again and again,

"Marcellus, Marcellus..."

The moment he let go of her, he held her in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't leave me."

Beryl raised her hand and caressed his three-dimensional face. "As long as you don't let go, I won't leave you."

She had no capital at all. There were plenty of people who were more good-looking and smarter than her. If there

was one thing she was good at, it was probably that she was determined to never change her mind easily.

She wouldn't let go of Marcellus so easily once she had made up her mind.

Marcellus hugged her tightly, put his head on her neck, and kissed her on the shoulder, but his heart was

indescribably empty.

The words of Sir. Perkins were like a thorn in his flesh. As soon as he thought of them, he felt a pain that could not

be ignored.

The two of them did not stop lovely-dovely until 8:30 p.m. After washing up, Marcellus asked the chef of the villa to

prepare some food and send it over.

The simple four dishes and one soup were relatively light and delicious.

Beryl had not eaten lunch today. Now that she was hungry, she did not care about her image. She picked up some

food and stuffed it into her mouth. The speed at which she chewed was much faster than usual.

Looking at her gobbling down her food, Marcellus seemed to have thought of something and suddenly let out a

short laugh.

Ever since Sir. Perkins left and his face had been gloomy. When she suddenly heard him laughing, Beryl looked over

and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing because you still have the mood to eat."

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He had thought that even if she could withstand the pressure, she would not be so indifferent. Now it seemed that

he had underestimated her.

In other words, she didn't know the personality and strength of Sir. Perkins, so she didn't take it seriously.

She swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Then what should I look like? Not eat or drink?"

Marcellus shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to say anything.

It was good that she didn't know. At least her psychological burden wouldn't be heavy. She shouldn't have suffered

with him about these problems.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything again, Beryl pursed her lips, put down the fork in her hand, and said in

a serious tone, "Marcellus, I know what you are worried about, and I also know that you must think that I'm

unreliable to make a promise to you now, but I really want to accompany you. I know it's very difficult, but I won't

give up. Can you believe me this time?"

He frowned. "It's not that I don't believe you."

"What is that?"

The man's thick eyelashes fell on his eyelids, covering the expression in his eyes. His throat was dry and tight.

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