Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1516 Why Do You Look Like Me?

Beryl shook her head. "No, I haven't eaten yet."

"Wash your hands and come to the restaurant, huh?"

Hearing this, Beryl still shook her head. She stepped on the stall next to the sofa with her small feet in socks,

stretched out her hand, and passed through the man's waist. She put her arms around his strong body, leaned her

tender cheeks close to his chest, and rubbed against it like a kitten. "I miss you."

Marcellus' heart softened in an instant. "Why don't you eat by yourself? It's so late."

"I'm waiting for you." Beryl did not feel anything wrong. "I don't want to eat by myself. It's too boring."

She said that it was boring, but in fact, Marcellus knew the reason very well.

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Just like that, they hugged each other quietly. After a long while, they let go of each other. Marcellus squatted down

slightly and pulled her up with his strong arms.

Beryl was caught off guard. She was shocked and exclaimed, "Ah! What are you doing?"

The man didn't say anything. Instead, he went straight to the bathroom and didn't put her down until he reached

the edge of the pool.

Under the bright light, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled it up to his arms, took her hands over, turned on

the tap, and rubbed them on it with warm water.

Was he washing his hands for her?

Beryl shrank back in embarrassment. "I can wash myself."

She was an adult, but he still washed her hands. Her face was hot.

Marcellus refused to let go of her hand. He stubbornly cleaned her hand and said, "I don't usually see you. It's not

easy to see you. I'll do it for you."

These words made Beryl feel as if she was floating in the clouds. She blinked her eyes again and again, staring at

the handsome face in front of her.

As if her gaze was burning too fiercely, Marcellus turned his head and looked at her. He raised his eyebrows and

asked, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"Of course." Beryl swallowed. "I just don't think you're like you."

Hearing this evaluation, Marcellus smiled. He leaned against the wall next to him and blocked the way. "Why?"

Seeing this, Beryl knew that she had to answer properly. Otherwise, she might not even be able to eat.

Beryl immediately put on a very businesslike smile. "No, no, you heard it wrong. I mean, that's more like you."

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Marcellus originally wanted to tease her, but when he saw her fawning appearance, he was amused. He raised his

hand and scratched her nose intimately. "Don't do that."

The two of them finally arrived at the dining room like conjoined twins. Looking at the dishes on the table that had

already cooled down, Marcellus was not picky, but Beryl insisted on warming them up.

"You'd better eat something warm tonight, or it'll be difficult to digest."

She hurried to serve the hot food again. Looking at the white steam rising under the light, she finally felt a little

homely.

It wasn't that Marcellus didn't want to help her; it was just that he selfishly felt that his empty heart would be filled

when he saw her busy doing all this for him.

It was so beautiful that he only focused on watching and wanted to monopolize this warmth.

At 9:20 p.m., it was almost late at night. Beryl had never felt so hungry. She ate a bowl of rice and a half before she

stopped.

She looked at the man sitting opposite her. He always ate slowly. No matter what they talked about or what

happened next, it could not affect his elegance.