SWNOVELS Chapter 1517
Chapter 1517 Kiss on the Swing
This kind of good table etiquette was definitely not an act but a deep-rooted habit that had been engraved in his bones since he was a child.
In contrast, Beryl felt that she had no manners at all. Occasionally, when she was not in a hurry, she could still pretend to be a noble lady. Usually, she was relaxed.
She pointed to the plates in front of them. They were very neat, and the bones and fishbones were placed aside. On the contrary, she looked as if she had just eaten like a pig.
She couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "Alas, that's the gap between us."
Marcellus glanced at it and didn't care. "The gap between you and me is not in this respect."
Beryl followed up with another question. "What is it?"
The man peeled a candy and put it in his mouth. Then he hooked his finger at her and said, "Come here and tell you."
Beryl did not suspect anything. She got up and walked over. As soon as she reached the man's side, she was pulled into his arms.
Her shoulder bumped into his hard chest. Beryl widened her eyes. "Hey, you... hmm!"
Before she could finish her words, her mouth had been taken away by the man, and their messy breath intertwined with each other. Sitting on his strong legs, he could even feel the strength of his muscles. Beryl put her hands on the man's shoulders. Feeling his continuous enthusiasm, she couldn't stand it.'
This man was always like this. He used all kinds of excuses to trick her into coming over and then swallowed her in one gulp like a wolf staring at its prey.
Before Marcellus lost his mind, he let go of her and pressed his forehead against hers. He caressed the side of her face with his big palm and said, "This is the gap between us, understand?"
Beryl couldn't say anything and muttered in a low voice, "Hooligan!"
"I'm a hooligan?" Marcellus just smiled. "Bear with it. I haven't seen you recently, and I'm a normal man..."
"Don't say anything more!" Beryl quickly cut off the rest of his words. She was still very shy about his behavior. "I'll clean up the table."
As she spoke, she was about to stand up, but she was hugged by Marcellus as soon as she stood up. "Don't take it. Accompany me to the courtyard."
A courtyard?
Stunned, Beryl asked subconsciously, "Aren't you going to rest?"
"If you're in a hurry, that's fine."
"Marcellus!" Beryl raised her voice and called out his name. Her face flushed red.
Marcellus let go of her. "I'll go get a blanket. Wait for me in the yard."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the second floor. Beryl looked at the man's back as he disappeared at the stairs. Her heart was beating fast. Through the clean French window, she saw the swing in the yard. With a stir in her mind, she immediately walked out.
She took the swing and wiped it slightly, knowing that Marcellus was a man who didn't like places with dust.
The weather was getting cold, so they really needed a blanket. It was a little cold to sit there like this.
Beryl filled a thermos with warm milk and took it over. As soon as she sat down, she saw Marcellus walking toward her with a blanket hanging on his arm.
She had never felt that this house was so beautiful before, not because it was good-looking, but because when Marcellus stepped over the threshold, with the sound of footsteps, it became good-looking.