Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1418 With the Courage of a Moth to a Flame

Feeling her clothes being pulled, Beryl, who had never been intimate with anyone, instinctively raised her hand to

stop him. "I... I'm scared..."

Above her, Marcellus stopped his actions. Under his disheveled hair, his dark eyes shimmered with an unreadable

light.

After a moment, he spoke in a gravelly voice, "Scared of me?"

Beryl didn't catch the deeper meaning in his words and nodded slightly. "A bit..."

Heh.

A soft breath, barely audible, slipped from the corner of his lips. Beryl couldn't even be sure if he had smiled just

now.

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"Never mind." He took a deep breath and was about to turn away.

By some strange impulse, seeing his expression and hearing his tone, Beryl felt that if she pushed him away now,

there might never be another chance.

So, in the silence of this late night, in a space where there were only the two of them, she made the boldest move

of her twenty years of life.

She grabbed Marcellus' hand.

Seemingly not expecting her to take further action, Marcellus stiffened at her touch.

He turned his face away and didn't look at her, but even without saying a word, Beryl could sense his longing for

her.

He needed someone to accompany him urgently.

Beryl took a deep breath and loosened her grip on his hand slightly. Her long, fluttering eyelashes resembled two

small brushes, blinking up and down.

Her heartbeat felt like it would leap out of her throat, and her voice trembled.

"I'm not afraid of you. I just lack experience..."

One sentence seemed to pull Marcellus up from the icy depths. It played like a slow-motion replay, and he finally

turned his head to look at her directly.

His eyes seemed to ask, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Beryl usually couldn't understand Marcellus most of the time, but tonight, he laid everything bare in front of her

without any reservation.

At this moment, no amount of words could fill the void in his heart.

In his scorching gaze, Beryl reached out and hooked her fingers around his neck. Slowly, she raised herself and

gently kissed his equally soft lips. Her voice was small but firm, "I want to be with you."

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In the lonely late night, with a terrible past and everything mired in a swamp of mud and filth.

But she didn't ask anything. With the courage of a moth to a flame, she gave herself to him.

She said she wanted to be with him.

The blood in Marcellus's body condensed and intensified its flow from his feet to his head, from his lips to his heart.

When she said those words, Marcellus knew he was done for. He was really going to fall completely into the hands

of this young girl. There was no turning back; he willingly plunged into her tenderness.

Even if he was in a hellish landscape after falling, Marcellus was not willing to turn back, not willing to let go.

Beryl felt the man, who was so listless and confused just a moment ago, suddenly seemed as if he had taken a shot

of adrenaline. He cradled her face and kissed her over and over again. His agile fingers effortlessly removed her

clothes, and as the air touched her skin, Beryl clung to him anxiously.

At the same time, she called his name anxiously, "Marcellus..."

"I'm here." Sweat from his forehead fell onto her chest. Inside his body, it was as if a fire had ignited, about to

explode. Veins popped up on Marcellus's forehead, but despite this, he patiently guided her step by step.

He knew she was a first-timer, and he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

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