Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1395 This Is My Woman

Beryl had been in the bathroom for a long time, so long that Marcellus had to come forward and knock on the door,

"Aren't you done yet?"

"I'm done." She quickly stood up, washed off under the shower, wrapped herself in a towel to dry her hair, and then

put on that oversized men's shirt.

The fabric was incredibly soft, and more comfortable than any regular pajamas. She didn't fully button up the

collar, leaving one undone. The hem of the shirt came down to mid-thigh, completely covering her.

Again, a knock at the door came from outside.

Beryl hurried to open the door, worried he might be anxious about her.

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The bathroom was filled with rising steam, and Marcellus lifted his eyes to see the small figure standing in front of

him. Shorn of her outerwear, the oversized white shirt made her look even more delicate. Her black hair cascaded

down, each strand gleaming. Her skin was flawless, the soft fuzz on her cheeks visible under the light.

She looked like a newly hatched duckling, making one want to reach out and touch her.

As it turned out, that's exactly what he did.

Marcellus pulled her into his arms. Her face was still slightly swollen, but it didn't detract from her beauty. Instead, it

pulled at his heartstrings.

"Are you feeling better?"

He was referring to her mood. All the way to the villa, she had been very tense, like a string about to snap.

Beryl nodded, her cheeks flushed as she muttered, "I'm fine now."

Their eyes met. Beneath their seemingly calm expressions, intense emotions silently grew. Both were trying to

suppress them as much as possible.

Today was their first day together. She was not just anyone, they couldn't be rash.

Marcellus had to constantly remind himself of this to keep his urges in check. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to

resist... Faced with the woman he liked, which man could truly stay composed?

He led her by her soft hand to the bed. His devilishly charming eyes as if they could not leave her, made Beryl feel

like she was being seen through.

Feeling uncomfortable, she raised her hand to touch her face, "Why are you always staring at me?" His deep gaze

was like a dagger as if it could cut through all her defense. She could handle it for a second or two, but any longer

and she was struggling to cope.

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Marcellus, however, was not satisfied. He wished he could glue his eyes to her face. "Every time I think about you

being mine, I can't help but want to look at you more."

Beryl paused, her already flushed cheeks deepening in color. She raised her hand to cover his eyes, but he

intercepted it and held it in his own.

"Stop fooling around."

"I'm not," She added in a lower voice, "You're the one fooling around."

The night was quiet It seemed as if all sound had ceased, only the 'thump-thump' of their hearts could be heard.

Marcellus wished he could imprint every inch of her face into his heart, to look at whenever he wanted, to let

everyone know that Beryl was his woman.

A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and he took out his phone from his pocket, opened the camera, and

aimed it at their intertwined hands.

Watching his actions, Beryl was confused, "What are you doing?"

Marcellus kept his eyes on the screen without looking up, "Posting it online."