At a time like this, staying in the ward would only make Marcellus feel worse. It was better to go out and smoke.
When the two men walked into the smoking room, Huston handed him an imported cigarette and said, "You didn't sleep last night, did you? Take this to refresh yourself."
Although this method was not good for the body, at present, it seemed that this was the most effective way.
Marcellus took it, lit it up, and took a deep breath. It was indeed very refreshing to breathe in the choking air.
Huston wanted to ask about Beryl, but before he could speak, he heard Marcellus say, "Sir. Perkins said that as long as she wakes up this time, he will allow us to get married."
Huston raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was hard to imagine that Sir. Perkins would soften his heart because of this matter.
However, after thinking about it carefully, Huston understood that instead of agreeing, it would be more accurate to say that he was touched. Sir. Perkins also understood that Beryl was a part of Marcellus and that he could not give up, so Sir. Perkins had no choice but to agree.
"Although this sentence is inappropriate, can it be regarded as a blessing in disguise?"
"Really?" Marcellus raised his head and puffed out the smoke he had inhaled again. His gaze was a little confused. "But I'm not sure if I should continue."
Hearing this, Huston frowned slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
"Seeing her injured, I suddenly feel very disappointed in myself and lose confidence. This time, I survived, but what about next time? Do I have the ability to protect her? If I can't, I can only bring endless danger to her by keeping her by my side."
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