Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1295 She Cried so Hard That His Heart Softened

Along the way, Beryl felt that she had been oppressed. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "Don't you understand

why I refused you?"

"Why did you refuse? Don't you like it? Do you want another style?"

Beryl was so angry that she was speechless and even laughed. She simply turned her head to the side and said,

"Anyway, I don't want it. You can give it to anyone you want."

Even if she refused, what could he do?

As it turned out, Marcellus wouldn't do anything to her, but he did something that surprised her even more.

The man didn't even look at it. He stuffed the bracelet back into the box, rolled down the window, and threw it out.

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Although the driver and the manager did not speak, they had been paying attention to the situation behind them.

Seeing such an action, both of them frowned.

He, he threw it away just like that?

When Beryl heard the noise, she turned her head and locked her gaze on the window that had not yet been rolled

up. She looked at the incomparably calm man in shock. "Are you crazy?!"

Marcellus didn't think it was a big deal. He said calmly, "Just throw it away if you don't want it."

"You, you...!" Beryl did not know what else to say. When she saw someone riding an electric bicycle passing by, she

did not say anything and opened the car door. She went around to Marcellus's side and bent down to search

carefully.

Thankfully, the box was quite eye-catching, to begin with, and it didn't take her much effort to find it under the tree.

Beryl walked up to the car with the box in her hand, opened the door on Marcellus's side, and threw it directly at

him. She didn't know if she was angry at him or at her useless behavior, but her eyes turned red. "Here you are!"

She threw it with all her strength, and it still hurts when the box fell on her wrist and hit the bone. Just as Marcellus

was about to raise his head and scold her, she turned around and walked away angrily.

The driver was also stunned. "Mr. Perkins, should we drive after him?"

Marcellus gritted his teeth. "No need."

Just when the driver thought that he was going to give up, the man got out of the car and walked forward quickly.

The man's legs were so long that Beryl was grabbed by the arm before she could go more than ten meters away.

She tried her best to get rid of him, but unfortunately, men and women were different. Her strength was not

enough at all, so she could only stay where she was.

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"Let go of me!" There was an obvious cry in her furious voice.

Marcellus frowned, and the playful look on his face faded away, leaving behind a serious look. He looked at the pair

of big eyes, and the tears had already reached the corners of his eyes and were almost overflowing.

Under the street lamp, the girl's white and tender face was full of grievances, but he was the one who was hit, and

he didn't say anything. Why was she aggrieved?

Marcellus didn't have any experience in coaxing women. He only felt that the tears were particularly eye-piercing.

He ordered in a low voice, "Hold back your tears!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it. But once he did, Beryl felt even worse. Forget about everything

else. Could she not even cry now? The eyes were hers. What could he do about it?

Her tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and fell down her face like a tap.

Looking at her tears, Marcellus was in a bad mood.

As if electrocuted, he loosened his grip on her arm, put his hands loosely on his waist, raised his head, and exhaled

deeply into the sky.