Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1459

Her family was poor, but Wallis and Amir had always tried their best to give her the best they could. However, Marcellus was the opposite. Other than money, he had never received anything else.

He kissed her passionately and carried her back to the bedroom on the second floor. Her phone was placed quietly in the middle of the bed. He raised his hand to sweep it away and it fell to the floor, making a muffled sound.

Beryl was completely immersed in his embrace, giving herself entirely to him.

When you liked someone, you had to give them everything you had without reservation.

Even if he did not say anything now, Beryl could understand his feelings.

This time, Marcellus was extremely ruthless. There were several times when he even hurt her, but she did not say anything. She was willing to endure that he was beside himself at this moment.

The sky outside the window darkened silently. In the end, he lay dormant behind her and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, you love me."

Beryl propped herself up and let out an emotional confession at the same time as her rapid breathing. "I love you."

"Call my name."

"Marcellus..." Her face was as red as peach blossoms. She closed her eyes and called out again and again, "Marcellus, Marcellus..."

The moment he let go of her, he held her in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't leave me."

Beryl raised her hand and caressed his three-dimensional face. "As long as you don't let go, I won't leave you."

She had no capital at all. There were plenty of people who were more good-looking and smarter than her. If there was one thing she was good at, it was probably that she was determined to never change her mind easily.

She wouldn't let go of Marcellus so easily once she had made up her mind.

Marcellus hugged her tightly, put his head on her neck, and kissed her on the shoulder, but his heart was indescribably empty.

She swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Then what should I look like? Not eat or drink?"

Marcellus shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to say anything.

It was good that she didn't know. At least her psychological burden wouldn't be heavy. She shouldn't have suffered with him about these problems.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything again, Beryl pursed her lips, put down the fork in her hand, and said in a serious tone, "Marcellus, I know what you are worried about, and I also know that you must think that I'm unreliable to make a promise to you now, but I really want to accompany you. I know it's very difficult, but I won't give up. Can you believe me this time?"

He frowned. "It's not that I don't believe you."

"What is that?"

The man's thick eyelashes fell on his eyelids, covering the expression in his eyes. His throat was dry and tight.