Beryl was so shocked that she couldn't believe it. She couldn't help but ask, "Are you... serious?"
Marcellus chuckled calmly. "Do I need to lie to you? Or do you have to put my graduation certificate in front of you before you can believe it?"
As he spoke, he stood up and was about to flip through it.
Beryl grabbed the man's arm and said gently, "No, no, I believe you."
He shouldn't be lying about this kind of thing. To be exact, there was no need for him to lie to her. Even if he made up such an amazing school...
Beryl suddenly felt that she had misunderstood Marcellus. Her only advantage now seemed to be nothing...
This man was much better than she thought. Although going to a good university did not mean that he had a good character and high morality, the University of Pennsylvania was not ordinary. Ordinary people could not enter it.
"Did you get in by yourself?"
"Is it Wharton Business School, not an affiliated department?"
"Have you got the graduation certificate and bachelor's degree certificate issued by the school?"
Hearing the little girl's series of questions, Marcellus felt a headache coming on, but he was more helpless. "Do I have to tell you that I learned it through my connections and that I don't have any ability to do it before you can believe me?"
...
Marcellus couldn't believe that he was lying with the girl he liked in the middle of the night and discussing going to school.
Not to mention others, even he looked down on himself.
It was a failure.
"It's an insult to say that someone from the University of Pennsylvania is like this, you know?"
Hearing this, Beryl fell silent. She was indeed not qualified to comment on this kind of gilded educational background.
"But..." Marcellus looked at her twisted face and suddenly changed the subject. "Although you've never been in a relationship, you've met me. I can teach you how to love someone."
"Are you teaching me how to become a casual person?"
Marcellus was speechless. "Beryl, I'm telling you, don't always say that I'm frivolous. You're the only one who can't. I'm serious about you."
"How would I know if you're serious..."
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously. "If I'm not serious, I don't have sex with you most of the night, but instead talk to you?"
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