His 181St Second (Laverne and Marina) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Daron cast his eyes down at her, their gazes meeting for a tense moment. There was a clear trace of irritation in his eyes.

“Go ahead and wait if you want,” Daron said, his tone icy,

With that, he walked straight out of the dressing room.

Marina rushed to catch up with him.

But Daron was striding ahead with those long legs of his, way too fast for her to keep up. She had to run out and grab his arm, saying in a soft, slightly coaxing voice.

“Why would I wait? I’m obviously sticking with you,” Marina said.

“You’re the one in charge here. As long as I’m with you, I might actually get into the Clark family,” she added.

Daron looked at her delicate, pretty face as she came closer, and it felt like her long lashes were teasing his heart, making his throat itch.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice much softer now.

Marina nodded, naturally letting go of Daron’s arm and followed him forward.

Daron reached out to take her hand, but caught only air–Marina, who’d just been giving him those puppy eyes, was already striding ahead of him.

He looked up at Marina’s back, his gaze growing heavier, his breath a little uneven. Finally, he let his hand drop and strode after her.

Once they got in the car, Daron reached over and pulled out a velvet box, flipping it open.

Inside, a strand of lustrous white pearls rested elegantly.

While Marina was still a little stunned, Daron had already taken out the necklace and held it out to her.

“Put it on,” Daron told her, his tone leaving no room for

argument.

Marina glanced down at her bare neck, thinking that since she was supposed to be Daron’s date tonight, showing up looking too plain would just embarrass him.

So she didn’t make a fuss, just took the necklace and tried to put it on herself.

But after fumbling with it for a while, she still couldn’t get it on.

Finally, she shot a pleading look at Daron, who was sitting there, watching her with that usual indifferent expression.

“Mr. Zamora, could you help me with this?” Marina asked, her voice soft and a little helpless.

Daron reached out and took the necklace from her.

“Next time, use that sweet voice and ask me earlier,” Daron teased.

Marina was silent.

The cool touch of the pearls, along with the occasional brush of Daron’s warm fingertips, made her skin tingle with

awareness.

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It felt like her skin was soaking up every bit of that sensation, her whole body hyper–aware of his touch.

Marina held her neck so stiff that Daron could barely manage the tiny clasp. After a few failed attempts, he muttered in a low voice, “Your neck is even stiffer than your backer.”

“Your neck is even stiffer than your backer.”

“Huh?” Marina froze for a second, then noticed Daron still struggling with the necklace. She gave an awkward smile and leaned a little closer to him.

Only then did Daron finally manage to fasten the clasp.

Her swan–like neck was already a showstopper, but now, with the necklace as a finishing touch, it was even harder to look

away.

Marina glanced down, unable to see how the necklace looked on her. Curious and a little nervous, she turned to Daron and asked, “Does it look good?”

Daron didn’t answer. His gaze lingered for a moment on the red mark now hidden beneath the pearls, then he silently reached over and handed her a hand mirror.

Marina hadn’t expected him to have a mirror in his car. Surprised, she took it and glanced at her reflection.

Honestly, Daron had a real knack for putting together a look.

Her whole outfit was vibrant yet graceful, completely sweeping away all that gloom from her past. As she reached up to gently touch the pearls at her neck, she couldn’t help but smile.

Suddenly, Marina found herself wanting to keep this entire look as a memento.

“Mr. Zamora, how much is this whole set? I want to buy it,” she said.

Daron had already pulled the car out of the parking garage, but when he heard her, he slammed on the brakes.

“What did you just say?” Daron blurted out, disbelief in his voice.

Marina clutched her seatbelt, startled by the sudden stop.

“I just wanted to know how much this look costs. I-” Marina tried to explain.

“Shut up,” Daron snapped, cutting her off.

Daron was clearly pissed, his chest heaving as he restarted the car with a cold look.

Marina didn’t want to just accept something so expensive from Daron for free, so she mumbled quietly, “I just really like it, that’s why I want to keep it.”

Daron kept his eyes on the road, his voice low and serious. “I don’t have any strange habits.”

“Wait, what?‘ Marina thought, totally thrown off.

‘Weren’t we just talking about clothes? How did this turn into a conversation about fetishes?‘ she wondered.

Daron shot her a sideways glance at her confused face and added coldly, “I’m not the type who collects clothes women have worn. If you like it, keep it. If not, toss it. I’m not short on cash.”

“I’m not the type who collects clothes women have worn. If you like it, keep it. If not, toss it. I’m not short on cash.”

Marina let out a soft “oh,” then muttered under her breath, ‘Seriously, why not just say you’re giving it to me?

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“Why not just say you’re giving it to me?”

Daron glanced at her, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “It’s already on you. Do I really have to say it out loud?”

Marina nodded, her tone playful. “Of course you do.”

Daron turned to the side and shot her a look, his eyes narrowing at her.

Marina gave her lip a little nibble and murmured, “Just hearing you say it for real would put my

After that, she tilted her head and gazed out the window, not saying another word.

She realized she’d been out of the loop in this crowd for way too long, and the thought left her feeling restless.

Can’t really blame Daron for not giving her a clear answer–once it’s on you, it’s yours in their eyes.

Women in Daron’s circle never ask about the price, let alone try to pay him for an outfit.

Marina’s eyes dimmed, and the sadness in them was impossible to hide.

At the end of the day, just like Daron pointed out, she’d really been scraping by all those years in Sicester.

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