Marcellus felt that he must have gone crazy. He didn't expect he had feelings for a crying girl.
"Shit!"
He scolded in a low voice. He didn't know if he was angry with her or himself. He felt that he must have drunk too much at the wedding banquet today, so he lost his mind.
That must be it.
For the rest of the journey, Marcellus didn't look at her again, for fear that he wouldn't be able to control himself and throw her out if he took another look at her.
Halfway through the drive, he asked in a harsh tone, "Where do you live?"
Beryl shivered. She did not know what he was thinking and did not dare to tell him the address easily. Her eyes, which had been soaked in tears, were filled with wariness.
Marcellus's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He could tell that she was nervous, and he said, "If you want to go back to the Red Cauldron with me like this, you don't have to say it."
"No. 37, East Street!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Beryl hurriedly spoke, as if she was afraid that he would regret it if she spoke a second later.
Marcellus felt that he was really about to explode. He thought that he was surrounded by beautiful women, but he didn't expect that he would get into trouble one day.
Very good, really good.
This kind of feeling might never happen again in this life.
He called Zoey directly, "Let's go to the place she mentioned."
"Yes, Mr. Perkins."
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