Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1408

Wallis had lived a simple and honest life, so she was unaccustomed to such situations. She got into the car, not wanting to keep the driver waiting for too long.

The car's interior was as luxurious as its exterior, with two bottles of water placed on the center console of the backseat—a thoughtful arrangement.

Beryl was also uneasy. She knew that this was already the cheapest car among all of Marcellus's vehicles, but for ordinary people, it was still a very grand display.

During the ride, Wallis appeared uneasy and restless, feeling somewhat unsettled in the car. Beryl didn't dare to talk much, afraid of saying something that might give away their secret.

The driver was a new face she hadn't seen before, probably arranged to avoid revealing Marcellus's identity.

As they drove towards the restaurant, there was little conversation between Wallis and Beryl. Finally arriving at the restaurant, Beryl breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the three-story building outside, a local chain restaurant in Jewel City, known for its affordable prices. It was a popular place with frequent cases of being unable to get a seat.

Compared to such a down-to-earth restaurant, it seemed a bit distant from Marcellus. After getting off the car, Beryl led Wallis inside. Seeing her mother gradually relax, she understood his thoughtful consideration.

Earlier, she had told him that Wallis wanted to repay his kindness by inviting him to dinner. He must have chosen a relatively ordinary restaurant to consider her feelings.

Thinking of this, Beryl's heart softened. Who said Marcellus was frivolous? He could be incredibly thoughtful and caring when he wanted to be.

The waiter led them to a private room on the second floor. "Ladies, this way, please."

Beryl's heart tightened, considering the upcoming meal with the three of them. Nonetheless, since they were all here, they had to proceed with the meal.

Wallis Juan had initially thought that Marcellus would be very imposing, given his status and identity as Beryl's boss. The fact that he could spare time to have a meal with them was already a rare occasion.

But now, seeing Marcellus's humble and fearful appearance, she suddenly felt puzzled.

Why did he seem so constrained?

Or is it that successful people like him tend to be humbler?

Nevertheless, looking at his youthful appearance, one could hardly guess that he was actually thirty-four years old; one could easily believe he was twenty-six or twenty-seven.