Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1368 The Purest Feelings

Marcellus had always been a bold speaker, to which Beryl had developed some immunity. However, when it came

from Tomas, she felt exceedingly embarrassed.

Her face reddened visibly as she hastened to deny Tomas's words, "That's not true. Why would he have time to

think about me?"

Beryl had intended to merely clarify, but when Marcellus heard her, he said, "How wouldn't I? No matter how busy I

am or how much work I have, I always have more than enough time to think about you, if I want to."

Hearing the very shameless words from the man beside her, Beryl was both amused and helpless, "Can you please

stop making things up?"

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"How am I making things up? Every single word I said is true. You just don't believe me," Marcellus countered,

sounding a bit aggrieved, "Ask Tomas, besides you, have I ever driven any other woman to school? Forget school,

I've never even chauffeured anyone else shopping. You just don't realize your good fortune."

Tomas, who had been attentively monitoring the conversation, naturally sided with Marcellus, who he had driven for

many years, "Indeed, Miss Juliet, other than you, Marcellus has never invited another girl into this car."

Though Beryl didn't believe Marcellus's words, she did trust Tomas.

Is that so?

She was the first girl he'd ever brought into this car. Is that so?

The thought flashed across her mind, leaving Beryl feeling somewhat liberated, though she couldn't pinpoint why.

Throughout her interactions with Marcellus, she had noticed, that despite his history with many women, he

maintained a pure and sincere emotion. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been pestering her like a child.

After all these years, and now in his thirties, hadn't there been anyone he had taken home?

Should it be said that he has high standards, or that he simply doesn't understand the realities?

It was most likely the former. After all, Marcellus was always very demanding about everything. Not to mention

love, where he probably surpassed his usual fussiness.

Thinking of this, Beryl couldn't help but advise him, "This isn't good for you."

As if anticipating what she was about to say next, Marcellus hastily raised his hand to interrupt, "Enough, don't talk

about me. I feel better when you don't."

Beryl could only purse her lips and drop the subject.

The car drove smoothly all the way. When they arrived at the school gate, it was still early. Beryl deliberately picked

an inconspicuous spot for Tomas to park the car.

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She grabbed her bag and turned to Marcellus to say goodbye, "I'm leaving now."

"Okay," Marcellus responded in a low voice, but then asked, "Will you come to my house tomorrow?" The tone and

the demeanor, were just like preschoolers at the school gate, reluctantly saying goodbye. Unfortunately, Beryl

didn't possess the same childlike innocence. She shook her head firmly, "I won't." Marcellus' wounds had healed. It

wouldn't be appropriate for her to keep visiting.

In fact, he had been capable of taking care of himself these past couple of days. Her guilty conscience and concern

were the only reasons she had reluctantly continued to visit.

Now that he was recovering well, her visits seemed pointless.

But Marcellus didn't see it that way. Over the past few days, he had grown accustomed to seeing her every morning

when he opened the door or when he returned home from work. The thought of reverting to a solitary bachelor's

life was unsettling.

He was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and even the mere thought felt miserable.