Such a straightforward and simple rejection of his confession.
It was the first time in his life that Marcellus had experienced such a scene, and he was instantly stunned.
What should he say now?
Or should he do something?
Should he pretend that nothing had happened? Or should he tell her directly that it was impossible?
Marcellus was confused.
All the thoughts and emotions were intertwined and finally turned into anger and shame.
"Ha, you really don't know what's good for you!" His tone was filled with gnashing teeth, and his face was scarlet red.
Beryl lowered her eyelids slightly and looked at the ground. Her voice subconsciously lowered a few degrees. "I don't want you to misunderstand, nor do I want to give an irresponsible answer. I really don't like you."
Afraid that he would be angry, she quickly added, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. It's nothing. I know that you don't like me very much. Maybe it's just a whim."
All of Marcellus's words were blocked in his mouth, and he really couldn't say a word.
Shouldn't he be the one to say that? Wasn't that his line?
He realized that Beryl had a side that he did not know. She had a very strange and inexplicably awesome side.
Marcellus grabbed her hand angrily and said in a harsh tone, "How do you know if I did it on a whim?"
Beryl blinked innocently. Her wrist hurt a little from his grip. "You're so successful. There must be a lot of girls who like you. I have nothing. How could you like me?"
Hearing this, Marcellus raised his eyebrows and thought that there was finally something pleasant to listen to.
Seeing that the girl's wrist was a little red, he loosened his grip and sneered triumphantly. "So, you still know? I thought you didn't know!"
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