Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 614 His Interview

"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.

This Darren, really...... owes it!

"What, you don't want it?" Seeing her hesitation, his tone had more than a little teasing, "It seems that you don't want this job." "You......" Catherine was furious, took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her emotions, and still gave him a perfunctory peck on the cheek.

With a smile, Darren leaned back lazily on the sofa and gave her a "please" gesture: "Let's start the interview."

Catherine rolled her eyes at the back of his head, still sitting down across from him and quickly getting to work.

Only, when she turned over the document in her hand, she was at a loss.

How are all these questions...... different from what she saw before?

"What!?" Darren inquired impatiently as he raised his hand somewhat to look at the time.

She smiled lightly at him, shook her head, and said, "It's okay. I wonder if Mr. Kirkland and Miss Moss have any plans to get married at the moment?"

Darren slowly dropped his eyes to Catherine's gloomy face, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "We still have to ask Miss Moss about this."

Catherine couldn't help but bite her lip, looking a bit flustered, hurriedly looking down at the paper, but the next question was far sharper than she had imagined: "Mr. Kirkland and Miss Moss suddenly announced their love affair, is there another hidden agenda behind it?"

Her heart stuttered, but she still stubbornly met Darren's hot gaze.

He spread his palms out at her and shrugged, "Of course not."

Catherine heaved a sigh of relief, but the question buried in her mind came out, "When did you start?"

She froze slightly and hooked a bitter smile.

Does it still make sense today to know when they started?

"That doesn't seem to be a question your editor-in-chief wants to know, does it?" He lifted his chin slightly and nodded at the paper that was about to slide off her lap.

She hurriedly reached out to hold it up, a little embarrassed, "Sorry."

"No harm, go on." He adjusted his sitting position and responded coldly.

Catherine put a mind back together and followed the paperwork, finally ending the interview.

She stood up and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you very much Mr. Kirkland for this interview, I will definitely have the sample issue sent to you."

"Good," he said, glancing at the time with his afterglow, "why don't we have lunch together?"

"No, I have to go back to the magazine." She responded without hesitation, bowed slightly at him, and turned to leave.

Watching the figure fade out of sight, Darren quickly curbed the smile on his face, his eyes deep, striding to his desk and sitting down.

"Mr. Kirkland, everyone is waiting in the conference room, you ......" the assistant knocked on the door, standing in the doorway looking a bit rushed.

"I got it." His tone was icy.

Just because he gave her an interview, he moved an important meeting.