Beryl had no choice but to accept it. She hadn't even taken a bite for herself when she picked up a translucent shrimp and placed it in the man's mouth. "Here, try it."
Marcellus, unusually obedient, bit into it. The shrimp was tender and juicy, as delicious as ever.
"Not bad. You should have some more."
Only then did Beryl eat one herself. For the rest of the meal, she would pick up a dish and feed it to Marcellus before eating it herself. This action somewhat balanced the haughty man's feelings.
The fact that she remembered him was already quite good, he considered. She still had some conscience left.
Suddenly, he felt that having a meal in this run-down park was not a big deal. It was very nice, very nice, and the feeling of being taken care of was simply wonderful.
As a result, Beryl quickly came across his latest post on social media.
"Having a different kind of romantic picnic with my girlfriend."
The accompanying photo was of the spread they had before them. Looking at the crude stone table, Beryl couldn't help but lose her composure. "Marcellus, what did you post?"
"What's wrong?" Marcellus didn't take it seriously. "This is the only thing I can show about our relationship recently."
With that one sentence, Beryl felt tongue-tied.
She couldn't help but feel a bit bitter. It seemed like being in a relationship with her was a bit unfair to him. He probably hadn't experienced this kind of unfairness during all this time.
Thinking about it, Beryl asked softly, "Do you feel restrained being with me?"
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