Chapter 1393 An Indirect Declaration of Sovereignty
Beryl hid her hands at her side, "Hitting you wouldn't change anything."
"But you could vent, right? As a qualified boyfriend, I should never let my girl feel aggrieved."
Beryl was a bit confused. The atmosphere wasn't like this just a moment ago. How did it revert back to the way it
was before in the blink of an eye?
Marcellus suddenly spotted a cotton swab that had fallen at his feet, and he remembered that he needed to apply
the medicine. His plans had been disrupted when she cried earlier, and only now did he remember.
"Come here, let me finish applying the medicine to you first."
Beryl leaned closer, this time she didn't avoid him, instead, she nervously looked away from the gaze of the man.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis deep eyes held a surging tide of emotions, like the surface of a deep ocean. She dared not look, fearing she
would be swept away.
Beryl hadn't really paid attention to the view outside the car window during the journey, and only when the car
stopped did she realize they had returned to Marcellus' villa.
Marcellus got out of the car first, walked around to her side, opened the door, and then bent down to lift her out.
Beryl was so scared that she immediately grabbed hold of his neck, fearing she would fall, "Why... why did you bring
me here?"
"Where else do you want to go? A hotel?" Marcellus said as he headed toward the villa, "Spending our first night in
a hotel after our mutual confession... Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Beryl was utterly at a loss, in terms of verbal fencing, she was definitely not Marcellus' match.
After entering the house, Marcellus placed her on the living room couch and then walked back toward the entrance.
By the time Beryl came to her senses, he was already squatting in front of her with slippers, helping her change out
of her shoes.
This was the first time a man had helped her change her shoes, and the man happened to be Marcellus.
Beryl became stiff, unable to move. Watching his serious yet slightly clumsy actions, her heart felt as if it was filled
with a marshmallow - sweet and soft.
At that moment, all the things Zane had done to her seemed to fade a bit, replaced by a sense of security.
"Which room do you want to sleep in?" After helping her put on the slippers, Marcellus asked, sitting beside her.
Beryl thought for a moment, "The guest room I stayed in last time is fine."
"That one doesn't have a separate shower. You should sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll take the guest room."
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"That's okay." Beryl bit her lip and then let it go, "This is your house. I can't let you sleep in the guest room."
After hearing this, Marcellus chuckled, "What do you mean by your house or my house? I'm your boyfriend, you're
my girlfriend. How could I let you sleep in the guest room when you're here?"
He emphasized the terms boyfriend and girlfriend many times tonight. It was almost always on his lips. Beryl was
not unaware of what he meant. Was this an indirect declaration of his sovereignty?
Marcellus didn't plan to give her a chance to reject him. He carried her directly to the master bedroom on the
second floor. As the familiar room unfolded before her, Beryl remembered the many times she had entered this
room during his period of burns.
Entering again today, it felt different.
Once she touched the soft bed, she instantly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.
"I'll go and prepare some hot water for you. Take a bath before you sleep."