Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 610

Catherine froze in place, Darren's overly good-looking face looking increasingly unfamiliar.

Heidi took his arm, the waves on her chest pressing against his arm, almost putting all her weight on him.

She glanced coldly at Catherine at the bottom, her eyes full of complacency.

Catherine gently hooked the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile, chest up, unafraid to meet her eyes, the momentum is not lost at all.

Heidi was a little defeated and reluctantly shook Darren's arm and started to pout, "Darren, I'm tired and my feet hurt a little, can you carry me back?"

Catherine looked at her Darren with wide eyes, how she wished he would refuse, but he didn't hesitate to take her in his arms and let Heidi whisper in his ear.

In the moment of turning around, Heidi clearly dropped a provocative gaze on her body.

The surrounding reporters have picked up the camera to take pictures, she tugged on the camera in her hand, as if it had a thousand pounds, how can not pick up.

Only when the car completely disappeared from her sight did she breathe a sigh of relief and turn around to prepare to leave.

"This Heidi really has some skills, I heard that this Darren is married and still so flashy, it's really rare." The voices of other people gossiping suddenly came from behind.

Catherine's feet stalled, canvas boots actually rubbed a large hole, directly announced that you can strike.

She furrowed her brow, tossed her shoes to the trash can in the corner in annoyance, and simply went barefoot.

The ground baked by the hot sun is very hot, every step, it seems very difficult.

It was an hour later when she returned home. She finished washing up, wearing only a simple white halter-night dress, her long hair casually draped behind her head, letting it fly with the wind.

She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was eleven o'clock at night, and Darren still hadn't returned.

I'm afraid that by now, he would have already been in bed with Heidi.

She hooked a bitter smile on her face, her lips were already white from her bite, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

She furrowed her brow, but her mind was filled with Darren's name and this marriage between them.

A year has passed, and she, however, never seemed to understand the man, perhaps the marriage between them, there was no meaning.

The sudden sound of a familiar flute outside the door interrupted her thoughts, and she abruptly rose to greet it, glancing faintly at the upright figure outside, but sat back down.

There was no light on in the room, Darren "snapped" the light on, Catherine instinctively reached out to block, did not see the flash of complexity in Darren's eyes.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" His tone was flat, without any ripples.

"Just up for a glass of water, don't want to be that much trouble." She responded in the same tone, casually taking the full glass of water from the coffee table, "Get some rest early, I think you're tired today too."

Darren looked meaningfully at her slim back, the corners of his mouth curled up with a seemingly absent smile.

So this woman is jealous?

He casually threw his suit jacket on the sofa, sleeves pulled up high, lightly raised his eyebrows, and his tone was more than a little playful: "Not even willing to pour me a glass of water?"

Catherine's spine stiffened, and for a long time she still turned and walked boldly to Darren's front, put the glass of water down, and was ready to pour him water.