Thinking of this, Beryl felt extremely wronged, but at the same time, she did not dare to say anything. Realizing that Marcellus might attack her, she suddenly felt afraid.
On the other hand, the person who 'attacked' felt even more uneasy. As he looked at the little girl who was shrinking her neck like a quail, Marcellus felt extremely tormented.
How could it hit her so accurately? He deliberately tilted to the side just now.
The atmosphere was just like that. Neither of them spoke. Beryl lowered her head and looked at the table the whole time, leaving only the other's black head.
In the end, Marcellus couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a deep breath, stood up from the chair, and walked up to her. "Beryl, look up."
Beryl could feel him walking over. In her sight, she could see the dark brown leather shoes standing next to her. Just as she was hesitating whether to look up or not, her chin was pinched by someone and she was forced to turn her face away.
Marcellus lifted all the hair on her forehead. Under the bright light, there was a red mark on the left corner of her skin, and the red part was slightly bulging. It was a little swollen.
It wasn't serious, but it was annoying enough to look at. At the very least, Marcellus was quite annoying.
He frowned and looked at her forehead. "Does it hurt?"
He did not come over to ask if Beryl Juliet was fine. When he asked this question, her eyes turned red with the grievance. She shook her head and tried to get rid of his hand. "You don't have to pretend to be kind..."
Marcellus ignored her and said, "I'll get the waiter to apply the ice bag later."
"I said I don't need you..."
"I didn't do it on purpose." As Marcellus spoke, he shifted his foot. He seemed to be a little embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he said again, "I wanted to throw the can over directly, but I didn't expect you to move it."
Although Beryl felt a little better after hearing his words, she was still emotional. "Okay, it's all my fault, okay."
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