Beryl was alone and helpless. When she saw Marcellus, it was as if she had seen a family member. Her eyes were red.
No matter how hard she tried to pretend to be calm in front of Sir. Perkins, she couldn't hold back when she saw the person closest to her.
Marcellus was carrying a pink and silver box. It was the logo of a cake shop. He had specially bought it for Beryl, but he didn't expect to see such a scene when he came back.
When he glanced at Sir. Perkins, all the gentleness in his eyes faded away, leaving only caution and coldness.
He put the cake box on the cabinet on the porch. Without changing his shoes, he immediately walked to the living room.
The closer he got to her, the more he could see the redness in her eyes. He frowned and shielded her behind him. "I called you, but no one answered. I thought you hadn't woken up yet. It's okay..."
On the way back, Marcellus called her, but no one answered. He was afraid that it would affect her rest, so he did not continue to call. At that time, Beryl was talking to Sir. Perkins downstairs.
Seeing the two of them being intimate in front of him, Sir. Perkins snorted coldly and said, "It's good that you're here. Sit down and solve this matter quickly."
"I don't have any problems that needed to be solved." Marcellus turned around. His facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, exuding a frighteningly cold aura. "Who sent you here."
Hearing this, Sir. Perkins said in a much lower tone, "Do I need your permission to come here?"
Marcellus didn't back down and said aggressively, "This is my home, not your territory."
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