Beryl hid her hands at her side, "Hitting you wouldn't change anything."
"But you could vent, right? As a qualified boyfriend, I should never let my girl feel aggrieved."
Beryl was a bit confused. The atmosphere wasn't like this just a moment ago. How did it revert back to the way it was before in the blink of an eye?
Marcellus suddenly spotted a cotton swab that had fallen at his feet, and he remembered that he needed to apply the medicine. His plans had been disrupted when she cried earlier, and only now did he remember.
"Come here, let me finish applying the medicine to you first."
Beryl leaned closer, this time she didn't avoid him, instead, she nervously looked away from the gaze of the man.
His deep eyes held a surging tide of emotions, like the surface of a deep ocean. She dared not look, fearing she would be swept away.
Beryl hadn't really paid attention to the view outside the car window during the journey, and only when the car stopped did she realize they had returned to Marcellus' villa.
Marcellus got out of the car first, walked around to her side, opened the door, and then bent down to lift her out.
Beryl was so scared that she immediately grabbed hold of his neck, fearing she would fall, "Why... why did you bring me here?"
"Where else do you want to go? A hotel?" Marcellus said as he headed toward the villa, "Spending our first night in a hotel after our mutual confession... Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Beryl was utterly at a loss, in terms of verbal fencing, she was definitely not Marcellus' match.
After entering the house, Marcellus placed her on the living room couch and then walked back toward the entrance. By the time Beryl came to her senses, he was already squatting in front of her with slippers, helping her change out of her shoes.
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