The Unexpected Marriage novel Chapter 35

"Scott, it seems that I was fortunate enough not to die at your hands. I should thank you for your mercy. You just sent me to prison at that time and didn't sell me to a whorehouse."

His face was like a mask, which made Joan believe that all the beauty in the world was real. But once the mask was exposed a little, it was awkward.

Take care.

She put her hand on the door knob, turned around and said ambiguously, "I advise you to spend some time with your beautiful wife. If a woman feels lonely for a long time, she will cheat on you."

After saying that, she went back to the company in a good mood.

When she sat in the car, Darren's face flashed through her mind. She had helped him a lot with the design. She felt that someone was with her since she met Darren by accident.

She was bullied. He backed her up. When she got hurt, he took her to the hospital.

However, when she thought of their agreement that she was only his nominal girlfriend, her heart skipped a beat. It was a terrible signal. Joan started to look forward to something subconsciously.

There were two loud knocks on the door. With boss's permission, Joan slipped into the room.

"What's up?" The man's voice was cold, but when Joan approached, his ears turned a bit hot.

"Nothing." A dash of shyness flashed across Joan's face. "I just wanted to thank you in person," she said.

"Thank me?" He put down the things in his hands and walked up to Joan. "How do you plan to thank me?"

He approached Joan with an evil smile.

"I'm serious." She gently pushed him and said, "Thank you for helping me, such a powerless and ordinary person. Thank you for always appearing in front of me when I need help."

Sometimes she could tell who was worth trust when she was relaxed. Scott was sneering at her. She was not the daughter of the Gu family. What's more, Darren had helped her always.

Maybe she should thank that muddy rainy night, or maybe she should thank Scott for not coming to pick her up.

When he heard these words, Darren felt a little embarrassed. He looked at the simple Joan, who of course would not know the story in his heart except for himself.

At that time, he wanted to protect her and be nice to her because she looked like his old friend.

But after getting along with her for a long time, he deeply realized that he had a crush on her, not because of that woman.

"I am free tonight. You could invite me for dinner." He pursed his lips and changed the topic stiffly.

"I don't have money, so I can't afford to invite you to any good restaurant. We can only eat the fried chicken chop by the roadside. Do you still want to go there?"

It seemed that money was a crime. He looked at the woman in front of him and teased him with a tone of hatred.

She used to be a wealthy lady. She didn't expect that there was a change between the two roles and

she was now sitting like a small teacher with a whip.

And she could accept street stalls now. If he could eat the western food gracefully, then he should feel that he was capable of eating the kebabs and spears with manners at the roadside.

As soon as Scott opened the door and came home, he found a pungent smoke. It was obvious that she had deliberately opened the window and put it there for a long time, but it couldn't dissipate.

"Jean, come down!" She stood in front of the stairs on the second floor and shouted.

Before she reached the room, a porcelain ashtray rattled down the stairs. It was bought by her father at a Hong Kong martial arts auction. Because she liked it, she brought it along with her dowry.

But now, it was broken. It made Scott furious. He rushed upstairs. On the way upstairs, Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a half burning cigarette between her fingers.

"You still remember to come back? I guess from which cave came the spider spirit, which made you so obsessed that you would never come back."