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Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1238 Out of Control

Marcellus lowered his head and kissed one of her breasts with familiarity. When he felt that the girl beneath him

was trembling violently, he couldn't help but grit his teeth mischievously...

A strange feeling spread from her chest, but Beryl did not enjoy it. She just felt cold all over. Although she hated

Marcellus and was afraid of Marcellus, she had never thought that this person would really violate her...

All of this was too much for Beryl, who had been single for 20 years.

Under this circumstance, everything seemed not important. She only hoped that this man would let her go.

"Don't... Please let me go..." When she spoke again, her soft voice was full of tears. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have

said that to you. Please let me go..."

When Marcellus heard the girl's choked voice, it was as if his emotions had been cut open, and the boiling factor in

his body immediately broke away from his body.

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He suddenly opened his eyes. When he got up and looked at her fair little face, it was full of crisscrossed tears.

Bean-sized tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes, like a tap that had been turned on. They kept falling

down and silently complained to him.

Then he looked at the red and purple marks from her neck to the chest.

Fuck!

Marcellus seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. After releasing her, he turned around, sat up straight, and

raised his hand to pinch the corner of his eyebrows, as if to calm down the evil fire.

The girl next to him sobbed. It could be heard that she really wanted to cry, but she was afraid of him, so she tried

her best to lower her voice.

The sound of her tidying up her clothes gave him a headache. It wasn't that he had never seen a woman before,

nor had he never touched one. Why did he lose his mind now?

If she hadn't suddenly cried just now, would he have done it in the car?

There was no need for him to force women if he wanted them. Not to mention how willing they were to do so, he

really disdained them.

Beryl tidied up her clothes in a hurry. However, even though she had tidied up her clothes, she was not in a good

mood.

She felt that she had almost been destroyed by this man just now.

Fortunately, he did not do anything to her.

There was an annoying smell floating in the car. After a moment of silence, he put down his hand and turned to

look at the girl beside him. His gaze unconsciously fell on her chest, and the beautiful scenery he had just seen

immediately appeared in his mind...

His desire was not satisfied and he was very irritable.

Taking a deep breath, he simply turned his face away, rolled down the window, and shouted at Zoey, who was five

meters away, "Get in and drive!"

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Zoey was gazing into the distance when he suddenly heard the shout. He knew that Mr. Perkins had always been a

playboy. He looked at the time... wasn't it a little too fast?

Without delay, Zoey got into the car.

Beryl watched the car start again. She was still in shock. She pressed her body tightly against the car door and tried

her best to stay away from the man next to her.

It was just that her emotions were too intense, and she was filled with grievance. So, she was unable to stop

sobbing.

Marcellus was so annoyed that he glared at her grumpily. His dark eyes were almost spitting fire. "Shut up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her red and swollen tears fell even more fiercely...

Beryl couldn't help sobbing, but she was also afraid of provoking him again. She quickly apologized, "I, I'm sorry, I

didn't mean to. I couldn't help..."

Her face was so pale that it seemed to be almost transparent. However, her mouth and nose were red, her hair in

front of her forehead was messy, and there were traces left by him on her neck. She looked pitiful and fragile.