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Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1235 He'll Suffer in the Future for His Arrogance!

Looking at their backs as they left, Evelyn quietly tugged on Huston's finger and asked in a low voice, "What's going

on?"

"Nothing."

She was still a little worried. "Won't he bully that girl?"

After all, there seemed to be a big gap between them.

Hearing this, Huston only smiled. "Don't worry, I think that girl is bullying Marcellus."

He knew Marcellus's temper the best. He would never treat someone who was not important or annoying as he did

just now.

She didn't understand. "Why?"

"If it's just an ordinary relationship, do you think Marcellus would let her come to our wedding?"

Only then did she understand. That's right, why didn't she think of it earlier? The people she invited to her wedding

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were all the closest to each other. Marcellus would definitely not bring them over.

Could it be that Marcellus had feelings for that girl...

A bold hypothesis flashed through her mind, and she was a little surprised. "He won't..."

Huston snorted. "He'll suffer in the future for his arrogance."

...

On the other side, it took Beryl a lot of effort to carry Marcellus into the elevator.

Carry?

Because the shameless man had put almost his weight on her.

It was too heavy. What did a thin person eat to be so heavy?

Beryl was only over 5 feet 3 inches tall and was nearly two heads shorter than Marcellus. She weighed only 44 kg.

Her thin arms wrapped around his body and it looked like they could break at any time.

The elevator door closed, revealing a mirror. Looking at the extremely disharmonious posture inside, the flames in

Beryl's heart burned hotter and hotter. She looked up at the man and happened to meet his gaze.

The two of them looked at each other through the mirror.

Beryl quickly looked away, but even so, it did not stop Marcellus from seeing the flames burning in her eyes.

She was about to burst into anger, but she could still hold it in.

She couldn't help snorting. "I didn't expect you to be so good at holding back."

Beryl did not speak. She lowered her head and stared at the tip of her shoes. She kept muttering in her heart, "I

can't hear you. I'm not angry."

However, her silence made him a little unhappy. He tightened his grip on her neck and pulled her into his embrace.

"I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"

Beryl was shocked by the strength of his arm. As she tilted her head to dodge, she quickly said, "I heard you, I

heard you!"

"Did you hear that? Why aren't you saying anything?" Marcellus glanced at her flushed face and loosened his grip.

"You're being rude."

She was rude?

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Beryl was fuming with anger. The elevator just so happened to arrive at the underground garage. She said stiffly,

"The elevator is here. Let's go."

This time, he did not continue to treat her like a walking stick. Instead, he strode out with his head held high.

Looking at his tall and broad back, Beryl clenched her fists and punched the air. "Bastard!"

The two of them got into the car one after the other. Beryl had wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but the driver

locked the door. She understood what he meant and could only follow him into the back seat.

On the way, Marcellus just closed his eyes to rest. Just when Beryl thought that he was finally willing to stop for a

moment, he suddenly said, "I have a headache. Give me a massage on my temples."

Beryl looked out of the window and her gaze slowly turned back. Finally, it landed on the man's perfect and

handsome face.

She didn't move and just watched quietly.

After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes and glanced at her. "What are you waiting for? Give me a massage!"

Beryl took a deep breath. She wanted to restrain herself... but unfortunately, she couldn't.

Beryl finally lost his temper. "I'm your employee, Mr. Perkins, but I'm not your nanny. I have no obligation to

massage your head."