These words seemed to hit a stone on the tail of Beryl, causing her to become even more agitated. "I don't feel inferior. It's just that you have a sense of superiority. It's a waste!"
"It's my treat. What are you upset about?"
"I..."
"You think my luxury is ironic to you, but you don't know that this bracelet is just a bracelet for me. When I saw it, I just felt that it was a good match for you, so I wanted to give it to you. I never thought about money, so if you don't want it, I will throw it away. You can't see how I want to give you a gift. What you can see is only how much it represents."
"I didn't."
"You didn't?"
"No!" Beryl retorted loudly, but when she roared out loud, she felt as if her heart was in the void.
She didn't have the confidence, which was why she was so emotional to refute Marcellus because she subconsciously didn't want to be stabbed in the sore spot by him.
Such seriousness made Beryl especially powerless. She could even feel her face slowly turning red.
Was she really feeling inferior? That was why she had been complaining so much about him all this time.
Beryl did not want to delve too deeply into it. She did not want to explore her inner thoughts because she was afraid that the result would really be as he had said.
Marcellus' heart tightened when he saw the redness in her eyes again. He knew that he had been too direct just now, and she might not be able to accept it.
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