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Chapter 1420 Overexerted Myself Last Night
After a sound sleep, when the first light of dawn broke through, Marcellus found himself waking up. Despite his
usual late-night engagements, he maintained a regular waking time in the morning. As he opened his eyes, he
noticed that Beryl was still asleep beside him.
She looked adorable when she slept, her petite body snuggled up against him, peaceful and quiet. Her clear, big
eyes were closed, and the sheets had slipped down, revealing her fair shoulder.
From her neck down to her shoulder, there were the faint marks he had left last night, and just looking at them
made him feel a sense of possessiveness.
Marcellus gently closed his eyes to quell the rising desire. He reached over to pull the sheets up, covering those
ambiguous marks.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPerhaps disturbed by his movements, Beryl blinked her long eyelashes a couple of times and then opened her eyes.
Seeing him, she seemed a bit dazed, and her bewildered expression was particularly cute.
"Awake?" Marcellus raised an eyebrow and propped himself up on one side, gazing at her.
Beryl's eyes roamed around the room. When she saw the scattered clothes on the sofa, flashes of last night's
scenes came rushing back to her...
Blushing immediately, she hid herself under the covers. "I... I'm awake..."
Marcellus knew she was shy. Despite having encountered countless women, this was the first time he had seen such
a bashful expression. He smiled faintly, pursing his lips, and raised his hand to gently brush her smooth forehead.
"Are you tired?"
Tired?
If he asked this at any other time, Beryl probably wouldn't think much of it. But at this particular moment, the
meaning behind his words seemed somewhat profound...
"Not tired," she replied. After speaking, she was about to move her body slightly away from him, but before she
could exert any force, she felt a sharp pain in her waist as if someone had given it a hard slap.
She couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, "Ah..."
"What's wrong?" His concerned gaze immediately turned towards her.
Beryl glared at him, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed. "What do you think?"
Marcellus, usually quick-witted, suddenly seemed a bit clueless. Seeing her blushing and seeming angry and shy at
the same time, he only felt nervousness and didn't think much beyond that. "What's wrong?" Beryl blushed and
couldn't find the right words to express herself. For a moment, she didn't know if he was pretending not to
understand or really didn't understand.
Forget it. She had to get up anyway.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith determination, she propped herself up on her arm to sit up. It had never been so difficult to get up before.
Last night... was it that serious?
The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She was just about to reach for the slippers not far
away when suddenly a pair of large hands picked them up and carefully put them on her feet.
While she was still in a daze, Marcellus got up and supported himself on both sides of her, looking somewhat
serious. "I asked you a question. Why aren't you answering?"
Looking into his earnest eyes, she realized that he was genuinely worried about her.
Stammering for a while, she finally managed to squeeze out an answer, "I... my waist hurts, and my legs hurt too.
Maybe I overexerted myself last night..."
Finishing her sentence, she quickly lowered her head, feeling like her face could fry an egg.
Marcellus was momentarily stunned. Then he realized why she was behaving this way and couldn't help but laugh.
He had a deep voice that resonated like the sound of a bell, a rare moment of lightheartedness for him. Annoyed
by his teasing, Beryl was about to raise her head to question what was so funny, but when she saw his neatly
aligned white teeth and his eyes crescent-shaped with laughter, she was left speechless.
How could a man be so attractive when he smiled?
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