Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1384 How Could I Possibly Take You Seriously?

Thinking that she had somehow offended this irritable big boss, she tried to keep a distance from him. But suddenly,

her chin was brutally lifted up, the fingers pinching her felt as firm as steel bars, making her tear up.

However, the pain could no longer seize her attention. What shocked her more was that Marcellus... had kissed

her?

Countless celebrities and socialites had their eyes on this most eligible bachelor. Despite being in his early thirties,

not as young as a twenty-something lad, his face was exceedingly perfect. Youthful and deep-set, every feature of

his face seemed to be carved out meticulously, no less than the young hunks on TV.

Especially with his mature demeanor devoid of youthful immaturity, he exuded a particularly captivating charm. He

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was composed but not boring, like a walking hormone that could trap anyone with just a glance.

Such a man was never short of women around him - up-and-coming actresses, wealthy socialites - there was

always a line, but no one could make this man settle down and marry.

Not being married meant there was still a chance.

As a woman who frequents bars, being good-looking was not a merit. There were too many beautiful women, yet

Marcellus had kissed her proactively.

A woman's heart raced uncontrollably, and she almost immediately opened her mouth, ready to welcome his

deeper invasion. But as her tongue was about to reach out, the man suddenly let go of her.

He gently pulled away after the brief contact. The woman was slightly stunned, "Mr. Perkins..."

"Have a drink , " Marcellus handed her a glass. His hair hung over his forehead, concealing his furrowed brows.

Outsiders wouldn't notice his gloom and displeasure.

Beryl witnessed the entire interaction. She had seen the women around Marcellus before; she had been working at

Red Cauldron for a month, and he was entertaining almost every day.

But ever since he started pursuing her, she had not seen any other women by his side.

She hadn't noticed it before, but now she realized, he wasn't merely paying lip service when pursuing her; he was

serious.

But then she thought, if he could be so intimate with another woman right after they had a fight, how much could

he possibly like her?

The sense of inferiority welled up, mixed with the fermentation of alcohol, making her uneasy. Zane, who was

sitting aside, noticed this and perfectly exploited the situation, "Let me give you some advice. When choosing a

man, you have to choose one who treats you well. You can't warm up to someone who gives you the cold shoulder,

or else they'll never take you seriously."

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Uncertain, Beryl asked, "Do I seem desperate?"

"Yeah." Zane casually responded, "Look, everyone is having a great time. You should be too. Otherwise, it's not a

good look."

He then raised a glass to her, "Have some drinks, cheer up."

Beryl was disgusted by Marcellus's behavior, but she still had some rationality left. She was already at her limit after

the last drink.

"I'm not drinking anymore." She pushed away the glass in front of her, "I feel a bit dizzy."

Seeing that her face was indeed getting redder and redder, the man did not force her. Instead, he kept getting

closer to her, trying to take advantage of her as much as possible.

After another ten minutes or so, Beryl Juliet felt that the alcohol was getting stronger and stronger, and her

stomach was churning uncomfortably. She had to stand up unsteadily and said, "I, I'm going to the bathroom."