Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 1915

"Hello."

"Hmm."

Hmm? What kind of answer is that?

Daisy took the phone and took another strange look at the number, thinking that the voice sounded familiar again, so she continued to ask, "Who is this?"

"Who do you think I am?" The male voice on the other end of the line carried a hint of unpleasant indifference, and Daisy was startled, if it wasn't Vincent.

She asked tentatively, "Mr. Watts?"

Hearing her call out his title, Vincent was quite upset. He sat down at his desk, swiveled his chair, and looked at the hanging pictures in his office with cold eyes.

"Did I give you permission to call me that, that's not what you called me that day in bed."

At that, Daisy's heart beat, face a red, Vincent this is which pot can not mention which pot ah, this kind of time still calmly talking about yesterday's matter!

"Sorry I forgot, Vincent, hurry up and explain what you're here for." Daisy did not want to chirp with him on a title, so she quickly changed the subject, so as not to cause another fishy.

Vincent heard the impatience in her tone, he raised an eyebrow, not going to repeatedly count, anyway, he always had a way to get her to not have to address her so distantly.

"Everything is here?"

Something?

Daisy froze, then remembered that she had forgotten to tell Vincent that the cart of clothes had been returned to her.

It's still too late to say it, Daisy thought in silence as she held the phone.

Vincent saw the other end of the phone, delayed to hear Daisy's answer, raised his eyebrows, could not help but aggravate the voice to remind her: "Hey, talk."

"Say what?" Daisy came back to her senses, and the daze, suddenly, as if she remembered something, she hurriedly said, "Well um, received, only there are too many things, I have a small place here, that carload of clothes I did not want."

At that, Vincent frowned unhappily, tapping his fingers on the table, he said coldly: "You dare to return the things I gave you? You have to put it even if you can't put it down, even if your house is vacated, you still have to stuff it for me."

When she heard Vincent's unreasonable arguments, Daisy felt a bit helpless. The more they got along, the more she felt that the man in front of her was really unbelievable.

Anything that doesn't go his way ends up being a cynical meal.

She sank her voice and pursed her lips: "Don't be so unreasonable, okay? In my heart, you send me so many things, I am already very grateful to you, any more would be added trouble."

"So that's what you think?" Hearing Daisy say that she was giving him trouble, Vincent became more and more angry, and he remembered Daisy's appearance in the dress store talking and laughing with Rio, and chills rose in his heart.

He said angrily, "You're refusing to accept my stuff so you can have a reason to go clothes shopping with Rio next time, right?"

The blood in Daisy's entire body seemed to have frozen, and she tightened her fingers, feeling more and more suffocated by Vincent's desire to control her.

Her words of apology were painless. Vincent tsked lightly, still dissatisfied in his heart, but after a few days together, he knew that this was already the result of her backing off.

Vincent scratched his hair twice in annoyance, and the attitude of Daisy in his heart made himself more and more difficult to figure out.

If according to his previous personality, Daisy would have been tortured in his hands, and now, not only would he care about what Daisy thinks, but this woman even dares to ignore him and reject him!

All these signs are indicating that things are gradually out of his control.

When he thought of this, Vincent's eyes seemed to see the borderless and empty past again, a person who had been "abandoned" by memories, would be abandoned again by this sense of expectation of "wanting to be saved" under such an out-of-control situation?

He narrowed his eyes, and in a flash his face went pale as he whispered, "You think I'll forgive you if you say things like that?"

Vincent sneered, repressing his suspicions about Daisy in his mind, the vulnerability that was not acknowledged by himself was amplifying his emotions infinitely.

At the other end of the phone, Daisy heard Vincent being aggressive again, and the anxious feeling she had been holding back suddenly shot up her heart.

What exactly is the point of him always making such meaningless threats.

Daisy took a look at the phone's call time and didn't want to talk anymore. Her long, thin fingers hesitated and hesitated on the red button, but then she suddenly remembered Vincent's words that provoked her.

After hanging up the phone, Daisy flung the phone to the other end of the couch in annoyance, and she buried herself in the soft couch, casually resting her hands above her eyes, her heart feeling like a stone was pressing down on her heart.