Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1288

So, she made up her mind, picked up the clothes, and put them on. As he said, the clothes were very big, and the sleeves could cover all her palms. Her pajamas were thin, so she couldn't see anything under them.

However, Beryl sniffed and asked about the smell of cologne, which was mixed with the faint smell of alcohol. It was a very high-quality smell and easy to make people want to keep smelling it.

It was the smell of his body.

Marcellus looked at the girl in his clothes. Just a moment ago, he felt that she was stubborn, but now he felt that she was inexplicably pleasing to the eye. She looked good in black, and she was white, like milk chocolate.

He was finally satisfied, and the car had just arrived at Blair Street. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Put on your coat and get out of the car."

Beryl had no choice but to wrap herself tightly in her coat and open the car door to get out.

The manager and the driver were very observant and did not follow them. After all the trouble they had gone through, Marcellus's mind was a little clearer, but he was not much better off. He insisted that Beryl held him up.

Beryl felt that she was like a piece of rubber in his hand. She couldn't complain at all. She was really unlucky to have met such a big devil!

"All right, don't be sad. There are a lot of night markets and snack stalls here. Don't you like this kind of dirty thing? I promise you will have enough to eat tonight," Marcellus said as he walked in, looking at the bustling crowd.

When the young people passing by heard what he said, they all looked at him with disdain, as if they were saying, "Why is this person so pretentious?"

In order not to embarrass herself, Beryl had to speed up and walk towards the main street of the night market.

Looking at the white smoke rising from every snack stand, Beryl felt a little better. She admitted that she liked snack stalls, which were more delicious than any hotel for her.

As soon as she walked into the street, she saw a quail egg skewer. It was an ordinary quail egg fried in a machine and then tied into a skewer with tomato sauce and sweet chili sauce on it.