Three meters away from him, Beryl stopped in her tracks and looked at him. She tried to strike up a conversation. "Your home is so beautiful. It's different from what I imagined."
"Have you ever thought of my house?" Marcellus sneered, deliberately trying to embarrass her.
Beryl quickly explained, "I just thought it would be similar to the style of the Red Cauldron."
"Am I crazy? I've seen enough in the Red Cauldron all day long. Do I have to move in?"
Beryl muttered softly, "I thought you liked that kind of exaggerated style."
Marcellus didn't hear her clearly and repeated, "What?"
"... It's nothing."
Marcellus picked up his glass and took a sip. "Come here."
"What, what are you doing."
Marcellus just shook his head slightly and said in a domineering tone, "I asked you to come over."
Beryl had no room to resist. She was already used to being squeezed by Marcellus and listened to him subconsciously.
She walked to the bar counter and looked at the four cans of imported beer. Her heart was beating a little fast. "What's wrong?"
Marcellus looked at her cautious expression and moved a little closer. He reached out to pinch her chin and looked at her carefully for a moment. "The look of first love."
"Huh?" Beryl almost lost her mind. "First love? You mean me?"
"Yes." Marcellus looked at her calmly. After drinking the wine, he relaxed. Without the sharpness of keeping strangers away from him, he looked more like a person who could pour out his heart at will. "Are you short of money?"
Beryl nodded honestly. "Yes, everyone is short of money."
Everyone was busy with their own lives every day. In the final analysis, they just wanted to make money.
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