The Unexpected Marriage novel Chapter 15

Sometimes, a smile was the best refusal. Joan smiled and said nothing. She didn't want to have too much interaction with Darren, so no matter how tempting his conditions were, she didn't want to work for him.

Even though she was in a difficult situation, Joan would not surrender until the last minute.

"Stop the car."

Since the air was filled with a signal of explosion, the driver had to parked the car obediently in the forbidden area. After all, he didn't have to pay the fine.

In S City, no one would dare to fine Darren's car. They were afraid when they saw the familiar plate number from a distance, and they would go away.

Because of the sudden brake, Joan smacked her face against the back of the front seat.

"Are you a dog? You were happy just now and all of a sudden you would bite me. "

She rubbed her nose and muttered with resentment. The words of her

even made the driver take a deep breath.

Did he hear it wrong? 'How dare she talk to my boss like that? Damn it! The leather seat of the car will be soaked in blood today, ' he thought to himself.

Joan didn't realize what she had said was wrong. She looked at Darren and said calmly, "Why are you staring at me like that? I don't want to work for you. I was trying to thank you for helping me out of this, but now I don't want to say anything. Open the door. I want to get out of the car! I can find a job without you. "

She tried to move the door handle but failed.

"Go and buy me a cigarette. You know the brand. " He sent the driver away with an excuse and reached out his hand. The driver understood and put the small car key in his palm.

Without the driver, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became warm and romantic. With a snicker, Darren loosened his tie, looked at the girl and pinched her chin.

"How can you not be able to confront Jean?" He rubbed the hair scattered around her temples with his fingers, and saw the teeth marks on her lips.

"Why are you so nervous?" The place his fingers touched seemed to be under high pressure, and she was trembling. Despite of this, she still tried to say, "I'm not nervous."

"Not nervous?" He smiled evilly and got closer to her, with only a few millimeters between her lips.

He could touch her with just a little push.

"I surrender." All of a sudden, Joan closed her eyes. His arrogant and disrespectful look only reminded her of a poem.

"The handsome man resembles a tree standing straight in the wind. "