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Chapter 1400 I Will Cook for You Every Day
The word Marcellus would ever want to hear now was "boyfriend." Although he mentions it often himself, Beryl, in
reality, seldom brings it up.
The bashfulness of the girl is fully embodied in her, and he can sense the ineffable fondness she has for him, and he
has all the patience to guide her to slowly open up, to be less reserved.
The women around him have always been captivating. Marcellus always thought that was his type until he met her
naivety and innocence. He then realized that no man would care how much his woman can please him. There isn't
even enough time to cherish her innocence.
Thinking about it, Marcellus felt a bit torn.
Should he let her take the picture, or should he not?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAh well, just let her shoot. It's just that the thing he made looks a bit ugly, which is better than making her unhappy.
With this in mind, he stepped back half a step, ready to accept whatever outcome, "If you want to take a picture, go
ahead, but remember to touch up the colors."
Beryl was a bit surprised, "You know about editing photos?"
Marcellus sighed helplessly, "Even though I'm always working, I still understand the things I should. Do you really
think I know nothing outside of work?"
Beryl didn't say anything, only chuckling without making him unhappy, and quickly aimed her camera at the food
and took a shot.
Without taking the time to appreciate the photo, and also fearing Marcellus might lose face, she hurriedly put away
her phone, pretending to be nonchalant as she picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
It must be said that, while the appearance seemed a bit hard to swallow, the taste was actually quite good. At least
the bread was toasted just right, crispy and delicious, and the jam inside was ready-made, tasting great, and
although the tomatoes and egg were a bit over-fried, the taste was still acceptable.
For Marcellus who was making it for the first time, Beryl was very satisfied with this result.
She was not stingy with her praises, generously complimenting, "It's really delicious, you did really well for the first
time."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then I'll cook for you every day in the future." Beryl, who was holding the sandwich, paused, her face slightly
embarrassed, "No need, once in a while is fine. Doing this regularly...would be too much trouble."
She silently took another bite, thinking if she had to eat this every day, she might... not look forward to it.
It wasn't bad, but it definitely hadn't reached the point of being delicious enough to eat every day without getting
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtired of it.
To her surprise, Marcellus was exuberant, "It's no trouble. You can take it with you, or if it's inconvenient, I can have
the driver deliver it to you."
"Do you mean asking the driver to start a special trip for a sandwich?" Beryl's mouth twitched, her tone sincere,
"No need, I'm fine. It's very convenient to buy meals at school."
Marcellus, being such a shrewd person, instantly noticed the resistance in her eyes. It wasn't the type of refusal that
worried about troubling him, but a genuine dislike.
If he couldn't understand such a reaction after all these years, then he really would have lived in vain.
His slender eyes narrowed a bit, "You don't want to eat it, do you?"
Beryl, afraid that her words would hurt his pride, nearly choked on her sandwich, "No... I just don't want to trouble
you."
"I'm not bothered."
Now, Beryl stopped talking. It wasn't that she was conceding, but she wasn't sure how to respond yet.
What should she say? Certainly, she couldn't tell the truth.
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