Chapter 1382 Snatching Marcellus's Wine and Drinking It up
Marcellus cast his gaze downward at the small hand resting on his own. She applied some force, but if he wanted to
shake her off, he wouldn't need to exert any energy at all.
However, Marcellus didn't move. He was somewhat fond of the raised eyebrow from the girl beneath his palm.
Raising his eyebrow back at her, he told her to let go.
"I won't," Beryl had never defied him so blatantly. Thinking of what Kevin had said, she didn't back down in the
slightest, "I know you're angry about what happened last night, but you're misunderstanding. I didn't..."
"There's no need to explain," Marcellus interrupted her. Thinking about their conversation in the tea room last night,
his irritation grew. He withdrew his hand, "I'm not interested in listening to someone who uses emotions as a
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"I didn't bargain..." Beryl started to say something else, but he had already turned his body and turned up the
volume to the maximum. The music drowned her voice, completely swallowed by the laughter of the crowd.
The woman sitting next to her saw her deflate and thought she was just an unwelcome girl. Looking at her plain
clothes, she disdainfully spilled some of her drink, the liquid landing directly on Beryl's feet.
The white canvas shoes were instantly soaked in a large area. Beryl quickly moved her feet, but it was too late.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," The woman said to her without any hint of apology, her expression full of indifference.
She turned her head to Marcellus, and coyly chided her, "Marcellus, you should tell your little friend to go change
her shoes."
Marcellus' gaze swept over her wet shoes, his sharp brows furrowing slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, he
reached out to take the glass of alcohol on the table.
Seeing that he wasn't stopping, Beryl felt a surge of anger and quickly snatched the glass before he could. She
didn't know what to do, so she had to deal with it herself. Having never drunk alcohol before, she was forced into a
corner and drank more than half of the whiskey in one go.
Marcellus never mixed his alcohol with soft drinks, so this whiskey was strong and without dilution.
It wasn't just her; even men well-versed in drinking would need a good tolerance to down this drink in one go.
Beryl's action once again drew the attention of those present. After Marcellus had given her the cold shoulder,
everyone thought that the young girl would quietly leave. But who would have thought she had the guts to snatch
Marcellus' drink and finish it...
For a moment, they didn't know whether to admire her courage or worry about her situation.
While some men were compassionate, others had ulterior motives. Seeing her cough twice after the drink, a fool
named Zane Parker realized that she didn't usually go out and wasn't a drinker.
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He sized up Beryl from head to toe. Although her clothes were a bit old-fashioned, her face was perfect. Her
features were very exquisite and three-dimensional, especially her skin, full of youthful collagen, making people
wonder if her body was just as soft...
Zane was not a friend of Marcellus. He was at this gathering by pure chance. Recently, Marcellus' temper had
changed, and he wouldn't refuse anyone who came for a drink. Today, Zane had to spend a fortune to get a seat
here.
Zane didn't understand Marcellus' temperament. He thought Marcellus didn't like Beryl and got up and walked over
to the girl, pulling her into his embrace.
The force was so strong that Beryl's shoulder hurt from the grip.