Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1256 Afraid of Trouble

Beryl shook her head slightly. Her voice was not much louder than a mosquito's. "No."

Seeing this, Marcellus raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

"Hmm..."

After a brief conversation, the two of them fell into an indescribable silence. Was it because of her those things had

turned out this way? Beryl glanced at the door of Red Cauldron out of the corner of her eye and whispered, "What

are you going to do to those people?"

Marcellus didn't expect her to ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment before slowly saying, "Nothing."

Unlike the way Marcellus had rushed into the room to protect her just now, he looked a little heavy at this moment.

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Beryl was still a little scared by the reticent Marcellus, but she had to brace herself to say, "Don't hit him..."

Marcellus was provoked by her words again. "Do you still have time to care about others? Look at yourself now.

Why don't you worry about yourself if you have time?"

"I'm just afraid of getting into trouble."

"What trouble?" Marcellus turned to glare at her. "Tell me what trouble." Beryl did not understand why he had

suddenly gotten angry. She looked at him in confusion. "Why are you angry again."

Marcellus felt suffocated and uncomfortable. After a long while, he exhaled deeply and said, "Beryl, is there shit in

your head? What are you doing in the private room that you're not in charge of? Don't you know what kind of

people they are? Have you been working here for a month? Or do you actually want to attach yourself to those

men even though you resisted them on the surface?"

Beryl felt like a bomb had exploded in her heart. Her eyes were moist, and her pupils were shaking violently as if an

earthquake had occurred. She looked at Marcellus in disbelief. She had never expected that he would suspect her

after saving her.

She felt extremely humiliated and was looked down upon.

Attach?

Did he think that he was also a woman like Gemma?

Beryl blushed and stared at him. "Who do you think I am?"

"You came to another private room in the middle of the night and did whatever I told you to do. Who are you?

You..." Before Marcellus could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

A few drops of crystal-clear tears suddenly fell from her pale face one after another. Furthermore, they were

growing stronger and stronger.

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The diamond-like tears rolled down from her eyes and went straight down her fair little face to her neck.

The second time she cried was because of what had happened in the car.

Thinking of this, Marcellus became even more annoyed.

With a bad temper, he asked, "Why are you crying again?"

Beryl shrunk her neck and silently shed tears. She did not even make a sound. She was already a little afraid of

Marcellus and had just changed her mind a little. Now that he had said that, she had returned to her original state.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Marcellus scratched his head irritably. "I'm asking you!"

"Can't I cry!" Beryl finally opened her mouth, but with a little grievance and shame, she said, "You wronged me.

Can't I cry?"

Marcellus was completely speechless. His usual eloquence was useless now. He could tell that there was nothing he

could do about Beryl.