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Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 64

"I hear you." Clara's tone was cold, "But I don't want to talk to you."

Clara's cold attitude stung Darren, and his hand squeezing Clara's wrist involuntarily hardened.

"You're still mad about the party?" Darren barely held himself together, "I'm sorry about that. Also, I didn't know about the photos; you have to believe me. I'm not that mean."

Clara didn't want to pay any attention to Darren, but when she heard him say, "You have to trust me", she couldn't help but hold the sarcasm in her eyes, "Trust you? Believe you in what? That you hate me so much that you want to ruin my reputation? Or you've gone to all that trouble just to torture me?"

Darren's face turned pale, and his tone took on a bit of anger, "Clara, you've known me for so long, don't you know what kind of person I am? Even if I hated you, I wouldn't do something that despicable!"

Darren's words caused the sarcastic curve of Clara's mouth to increase.

Apart from the sarcasm, her smile was a little more miserable and helpless this time, "Darren, you want me to trust you, but have you ever given me your trust?"

Darren hadn't expected that from Clara and was stunned.

"We've known each other for so long, been together for three whole years, don't you know what kind of person I am?" Clara took his tone and said slowly; her eyes couldn't help but reddened, "But back then, a few pictures, gossip from others, made you completely forget what kind of person I was; you always preferred to believe everything others said, not me."

Darren's heart shook.

What did Clara mean by this?

Was she rebuking him for not trusting her back then?

"That's not even close to the same thing!" Darren felt irritated for no reason, "Fine, even if I misunderstood you two years ago, can you explain how you, an ordinary little journalist, could have married my uncle? Isn't this the best evidence that you went to great lengths to join a wealthy family? And don't think I didn't see your submissiveness last time in front of Mr. Muller. It's just that I didn't want to tell my uncle. I'm afraid he doesn't even know what kind of a woman you are out there!"

Looking at Darren in front of her, Clara suddenly felt that she had been kicked in the head by a donkey to say those words to him.

The woman in his heart was already a dirty slut, and she was still talking to him about trust?

What a fool.

What a fool she was.

When Clara didn't say anything, Darren assumed she had nothing to say in return, and as his gaze inadvertently swept over the red mark on her neck that hadn't faded completely, the beast in his chest seemed to reawaken.

"You say I should know you, but what you showed me in those three years we were together wasn't even the real Clara, was it!" Darren growled low, "The Clara I knew would blush at the thought of holding hands, but the real you? Clara, you're still strutting around with that obvious mark on your neck. Do you have any shame?"

Darren knew his words were harsh, and if they were before, he wouldn't have believed he could say something so snarky.

But when it came to Clara, he was as if being possessed and had become entirely unlike himself.

Clara looked at Darren in front of her, not angry at his insults, nor did she retort, only her eyes grew colder.

"Darren," she suddenly spoke in a low voice, soft but colder, "if one day you find out that everything is a figment of your imagination. When that happens, even if you try to apologise to me, I will never forgive you."

With those words, Clara shook off Darren's hand without glancing at him and turned to leave.

It was only after she had walked outside the pantry that Clara felt herself out of breath, and she gasped for air so drastically that her lungs seemed to be going to explode.

At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.

Clara looked at her phone, and the moment she saw the name displayed on the screen, she was stunned; the next second, she picked it up as if she had grabbed a lifeline.

"Horace..." she said quickly before the person on the phone could even speak.

Horace's low voice on the other end of the line rang out, "Clara, where are you?"

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