"We're not..."
"Thanks."
Beryl was about to explain, but Marcellus cut her off with one word, ending the conversation.
As a result, she was dragged away, leaving the seller watching them leave enviously.
The two of them walked out of the street of the night market. The noisy crowd was left behind. If they wanted to return to the car, they had to pass through a quiet path.
Beryl looked at the little pendant in her hand. Just a moment ago, she thought it was cute, but now she felt annoyed. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, she quickly caught up with the person in front of her and grabbed his arm.
Marcellus stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"
Beryl plucked up her courage and exhaled deeply. With an extremely serious expression, she said, "Marcellus, let's have a good chat."
It was late at night, and there was no one in the alley. When she suddenly said this, even Marcellus was stunned.
"Chat?" He chuckled and looked around perfunctorily. "Here?"
However, Beryl did not think that it was impossible. There were some things that she had to make clear. She could not wait any longer.
"Yes."
Seeing that she was determined, Marcellus nodded calmly and said, "Okay, go ahead."
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