It was obviously a room upstairs, but he insisted on staying in the living room and in front of her. What kind of hobby was this? Shameless?
She felt that it was a big mistake for her to go home with Marcellus.
Her tone became stiffer. "If you don't let me sleep, I'll go home."
"Sure." Marcellus pointed at the door. "Go ahead. There are no cars on the mountain at this time."
If Beryl was still rational, she would not have gone out. However, she really could not stand it. Everything that was happening in front of her was too unbearable for her.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around to get her coat, put it on, and walked out.
Marcellus didn't expect her to do this at all. He narrowed his eyes and watched her walk quickly to the door.
How fast was she?
Before he could say anything to stop her, she had already slammed the door and left.
Seeing her leave, Moira was overjoyed. Since he entered the room, he had been disliking her. When he was making out with Marcellus just now, although he was cooperative, it was obvious that he was absent-minded. Now that she was gone, he would not be distracted.
Just as Moira was thinking complacently, the man behind him suddenly pushed her away.
Moira was unprepared. She threw herself forward, put her arms on the edge of the table. She couldn't help gasping in pain.
She turned her head and looked at Mr. Perkins in shock, her voice full of grievance and coquetry. "Mr. Perkins, what are you doing?"
In the past six months, although Moira had only met him a few times, he still felt that Marcellus was a very gentlemanly person.
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