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Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1500 Did You Drink?

Stacey thought that Marcellus would definitely not come today. She went into the bathroom to take a shower. She

still had a schedule for tomorrow, so she had to maintain a good personal state.

She took out a white lace nightdress from her bag and put it on. Her white legs swayed in the air, and the thin silk

nightdress could not cover her body at all. The redness on her chest was extremely clear.

Stacey stood in front of the mirror and admired her curvy figure. She couldn't help but feel sorry. No one could see

that and what she had prepared was in vain.

She sat on the bed and kept browsing through the news on the website. It had been three years, and it was the first

time that she had become the center of attention. It felt so good that she needed to strengthen her heart to enter

the entertainment industry. In this regard, the more vicious the netizens scolded Stacey, the prouder she became.

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A group of country bumpkins was just envious of her. She didn't believe that anyone else would be able to remain

indifferent when they saw him. It was just that they didn't have a chance.

However, Stacey couldn't help blushing when she thought of Marcellus's status and the fact that he wasn't married

yet. Maybe one day, she could become that man's legal wife.

As the night deepened, she felt sleepy. Just as she was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, there was a

sudden beep from the door. It was the sound of someone swiping the room card to open the door.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to lock the door. By the time she came to her senses, the man

had already walked in.

Stacey raised her head and widened her eyes in panic as she looked at the tall figure. However, she was stunned

when she saw the person's face clearly.

She was stunned for a few seconds, followed by a huge surprise and excitement.

She let go of her hands covering her chest, stood up from the bed, and walked up to the man in a few steps. After

spending so much time in the bar, Stacey immediately noticed the smell of alcohol on the man's body. She asked in

her most concerned voice, "Did you drink?"

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the man's arm.

Her warm and soft breath approached him at the same time, and he instinctively pushed her away. He lost control

of his strength and pushed her to the bed.

"Ah!" Stacey exclaimed. Fortunately, she fell to the bed instead of the ground. She turned to look at the man

standing next to her in fear and trepidation. " Mr. Perkins, what are you doing?"

Stacey was well aware of men's nature. The more powerful a man was, the more he was protective of women,

especially the pitiful women. They were not kind, but to show how powerful they were. In the final analysis, they

were disrespectful to women and turned them into material beings.

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Stacey enjoyed the feeling that women are inferior to men. When it came to pretending to be pitiful, she had

proved it effective every time.

Unfortunately, Marcellus didn't buy it. His desire to protect the person he liked was limited to Beryl. He didn't even

bother to look at someone like Stacey.

A cold and disgusted male voice came down from above her head. "Don't touch me."

Stacey widened her eyes in shock. She couldn't believe that a man would dislike her so much.

She couldn't compare with those popular actresses, but her appearance and figure were definitely not disgusting.

Besides, she had accompanied many powerful people before. Although they were unwilling to invest in her, no one

would avoid her.

Stacey thought, "It's definitely not my fault." Could it be that Mr. Perkins was in a bad mood today?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She stood up with her hands on the bed and

lowered her voice. " Mr. Perkins, are you drunk? I'll ask the hotel to send you some hangover soup."