Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1479 Giving up for Her

When he left the cafe, the sky was completely dark. Looking at the dark sky above her, there were only a few stars

echoing. There was no sense of beauty, only desolation and loneliness.

"Mr. Perkins, Red Cauldron called just now. He said that Miss. Juliet went to the company to look for you in the

afternoon and broke into the office." The assistant saw him come out and quickly handed over the phone. "Because

Mr. Lyons said that we can't disturb you, so..."

Seeing that he wanted to say something but stopped on second thought, Marcellus didn't ask any more questions.

He took the phone over and looked at the time, but he didn't immediately call back.

Marcellus knew that she would definitely notice his abnormal behavior recently. She was not a stupid person, and it

was only a matter of time before she was discovered.

But he didn't know how to explain it.

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"I can't tell her that Sir. Perkins threatened me to take over the family business. Otherwise, no matter how upset

she is, she will leave me."

He could throw away everything now, but he could never lose Beryl.

The man stood at the door of the cafe and pondered for a moment. The assistant was so nervous that cold sweat

broke out on his forehead. He was afraid that if Marcellus vented his anger on him, he would be finished.

Fortunately, he only sank for a moment before getting into the car. The assistant looked at the man's back and

heaved a sigh of relief.

After getting in the car, the driver asked respectfully, " Mr. Perkins, shall we pick up Miss. Juliet from school?"

"No need. Let's go straight back to the villa."

At this time, she would definitely not be at school. She would probably go back early to question him.

Thinking of the lively little face that would widen when she got angry, Marcellus's tensed nerves finally relaxed a

little.

Life had always been pushed forward. Now that she was by his side, there was a hint of comfort.

He could give what Sir. Perkins wanted. As long as he could keep Beryl by his side, it would be worth it.

When the car arrived at the courtyard of the villa, it was already 11 o'clock at night. The second floor of the villa

was in darkness, but the lights in the living room were on. The light shone through the curtains and was the only

light in the darkness with warmth.

Marcellus had never wanted to go home so much. He quickly walked to the door of the villa, pressed his fingerprint,

and the door opened.

He took off his shoes and saw the girl sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She was still wearing outer clothes, and her slender body was straight. When she heard the sound, she immediately

turned her head and looked over.

Sensing her hostile attitude, he walked to the sofa in his slippers, squatted down, and looked at her. "Are you still

angry?"

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Beryl thought that he would definitely explain when he came back, but she didn't expect this to be the first thing he

said.

How dare he ask that?

Like a firecracker, Beryl was instantly ignited. However, if she was really angry, she would not shout. Instead, her

whole person sank. "Didn't you say that you would work overtime at the company? Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't want to lie to you. I was afraid that you would think too much, so I said that."

"I think too much?" Beryl smiled and pointed at herself. "Why would I think too much? Isn't it because you've been

hiding it from me recently?"

Did he think that she couldn't detect these abnormalities?

Marcellus was not angry or displeased by her question. He held her little hand in his and said, "I met an elder of my

family and talked about some company matters. I didn't do anything until this time."

"I know you didn't do anything else." She believed him, but what she cared about was, "Have you been avoiding me

recently?"

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