Chapter 1417 Can't Bear to Refusing
A dull pain suddenly surged in Beryl's heart. It was a kind of pain she had never experienced in her twenty years of
life. It was different from the emotion she felt when she saw Amir lying weak on the hospital bed. It was a pain that
went beyond blood ties and reached deep into her heart and bones.
"Why did you drink so much?" She put the white lunch box she was holding aside and gestured in the air with her
slender fingers. "I brought you sandwiches and dumplings. Do you want to eat something?"
She was afraid they would get cold, so she reminded him quickly.
Only then did Marcellus notice the plastic bag she was holding, with transparent white lunch boxes inside and a
small vapor on the lid, indicating the food was still hot.
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was no third person in this room.
After seeing the old man earlier, Marcellus had gone from extreme rage to extreme restraint. He closed himself off,
not wanting to hear any sound or see any images, but in doing so, those memories that surged from the depths of
his heart became even clearer and more vivid.
He had a past he couldn't look back on, and every scene that appeared before his eyes threatened to devour him.
But now she appeared, walking up to him alive and right in front of him. Her most genuine concern and worry, he
could see it all. Her eyes were clear, without any impurities.
Marcellus couldn't describe what he felt at this moment. Including seeing her now, he even thought pessimistically,
what qualification did this shabby and wretched self have to love her?
Seeing him silent, Beryl felt a little helpless, not knowing what to do to pull him out of his deep thoughts.
In a hurry, she raised her hand and grasped the man's dimly lit hand, tightening her fingers a bit, allowing him to
feel her strength. "Marcellus, don't stay silent. Tell me what happened... Ah!"
Before she could finish her words, the hand that was held in her palm suddenly flipped over, and the next moment,
her wrist was grabbed, pulling her towards the man's embrace.
Marcellus quickly held her by the shoulders, preventing her from bumping into him. In the next second, that hand
slid from her shoulder to the back of her neck, the five fingers gently closing. With just this one movement, Beryl
immediately understood what he wanted to do.
As expected, in the dimness, Marcellus's lips pressed down. Unlike the coldness in his hand, his lips were scorching
hot, carrying a heat that could melt her.
He kissed her forcefully as if trying to take away all her breath, and her lower lip was slightly sore from the impact.
Despite that, Beryl did not push the man away.
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She could feel his emptiness, even fear. This was not just a kiss; it felt more like a drowning person grasping onto
the last straw.
She couldn't refuse, nor did she have the heart to refuse.
Beryl didn't know how long he kissed her, but it felt like an eternity until her lower lip almost went numb before he
finally released her. Just as she was about to speak, her body was suddenly lifted horizontally.
She held onto his neck tightly and was soon placed on the bed behind her.
With her back against the soft mattress, she stared at the man above her without blinking, her heart in chaos.
"Marcellus..."
Marcellus remained silent but kissed her eyes, chin, neck, and collarbone with an almost reverent demeanor until
he reached the place where her heart thumped.