Seeing him so angry, Beryl felt a little guilty. After all, he was injured today because of her, and he liked her. Would it hurt his self-esteem if she said that?
Thinking of this, she became even more nervous, but she couldn't admit defeat. After thinking for a while, she went to the water dispenser, took a glass of hot water, and brought it to the head of the bed. "Would you like some water?"
"I won't drink it." His voice was extremely cold.
Beryl felt like she was coaxing a child. She sighed silently and said, "Well, in fact, you're not that bad. I shouldn't have said that about you."
Unexpectedly, the man didn't appreciate it. "I don't need a hypocritical apology."
Beryl was at her wit's end. She asked him helplessly and amusedly, "Then what do you want?"
Marcellus didn't want to waste such a good night. It wasn't easy to trick her into coming home, and he had paid such a high price. He couldn't use it all to vent his anger.
So, the man straightened up and signaled her with his eyes. "You feed me some water."
His request was extremely arrogant, and his tone was extremely rude.
He was certain that Beryl would not ignore him. That was why he dared to push his luck.
"Marcellus, don't go too far!"
"How did I go too far? My back is burned like this, and maybe there will be a scar. I won't be able to go to the gym with my naked arms in the future, and I may be laughed at by others. Is my request ok?"
Beryl glanced at the glass of water on the bedside table and thought, "It's no big deal to feed him a glass of water. His back is so hot, but he didn't say anything."
Forget it, she wouldn't lower herself to his level.
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