"Heh ......" A soft laugh suddenly rang in Catherine's ears.
She immediately opened her eyes and met Darren's hot eyes.
He propped himself up on his arms and looked at her with burning eyes, but his mouth said something teasing, "What were you expecting, huh?"
"Let go of me!" She clenched her teeth, her eyes already filled with anger.
Darren rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbing his fingers gently against her collarbone, and said in a mute voice, "That's not like you're begging at all, it's really difficult."
"You ......" Catherine was furious and breathed a long sigh of relief, but there was nothing she could do, "What the hell do you want before you'll give an interview?"
"Be good, Catherine, no one can disobey me, including you." His voice was slightly husky.
Catherine's heart fluttered.
Darren this is ...... What does it mean?
"What if I err on the side of no?" She responded stubbornly.
"Then this interview, I don't see the need for it." Darren slowly got up and leaned back lazily on the sofa, gauging her expression with the rest of his light faintly.
Catherine tugged at the edge of the sofa, her sharp nails almost breaking the top leather.
The editor-in-chief's warning and Anna's sarcasm rang through her head in a torrent, making her frown in annoyance.
Sighing deeply, she slowly released her palm, looking hopeless: "Okay, I promise you, provided that you promise to give me this interview."
"That's for sure." Darren responded without hesitation, looking rather smug.
He gently stroked her cheek with his broad palm, and the smoothness of the touch softened his expression.
The kiss, which came suddenly, made Catherine tense up.
Darren suddenly let out a soft laugh, but his tone was a bit annoyed: "Catherine, I'm that annoying to you, huh?"
Catherine's eyebrows rose as he trailed off.
"Mr. Kirkland, this doesn't seem to have much to do with our interview." Her tone was calm, without a ripple.
Darren tightly pursed his thin lips, a pair of eyes gradually became deep, for a long time before gently hooking the corners of his lips and said in a dumb voice: "Then we'll do something about it!"
His palm quickly clamped down on her jaw, Darren's eyes clearly lit up, his gaze burning at the woman with her eyes tightly closed underneath, but the next moment, she withdrew her arm.
"Good boy."
Catherine glared at him in annoyance, shoved him away, got up and straightened her dress and hair, and inquired in a cold voice, "Mr. Kirkland, can we start the interview now?"
Darren's mouth was tingling with an evil smile, and his body leaned forward to Catherine's face, tapping his cheek with his finger.
She huffed, somewhat helplessly.
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