Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 616 Showdown

Catherine sits by the window, gently stirring her cup of coffee and glancing sideways out the window.

The rain stopped.

She packed her things carefully and went to the door to hail a cab home.

She rested her chin on her elbow and stared blankly out at the scenery, but one question after another unconsciously surfaced in her mind.

What are Darren and Heidi

doing at the moment?

She could even imagine Darren holding her in his arms and whispering to her, when just a short time ago he had kissed her on the lips!

Inexplicably, she felt bored, and her brow was tightly creased into a "Chuan" character.

"Miss, it's here." The driver spoke up to call back her thoughts.

She nodded, paid the fare, and got out of the car to leave, not realizing that Darren had already gone home.

At the moment, he is wearing a gray loungewear, paragraph large style but not at all to hide his good figure.

He leaned lazily on the sofa, even the tips of his hair with droplets of water falling down in a smooth manner. The next moment, she searched for Heidi's figure in the living room, but in the end, she found nothing.

They were in the office, what exactly did they do!

She frowned and her eyes were filled with loss and struggle.

"How long do you plan to stand there?" Darren spoke up coldly and inquired.

Catherine was startled, really startled, and quickly came back to her senses, then closed the door to the room.

"Still haven't had dinner?" He asked, taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

She placed her shoes neatly to one side and responded indifferently, "Not much appetite."

"Hmm." Darren responded in a muffled voice, casually placing his coffee on the coffee table, and turned to head for the kitchen.

"Don't bother, let's talk." Catherine took a big step forward and called out to him sharply.

Darren stopped walking, there was a brief silence, and when he turned around again a teasing smile was on his face, "Oh? What do you want to talk to me about!?" "Heidi," Catherine responded in a cold voice.

Darren clearly saw the coldness in her eyes, and more than that, the tiredness and boredom.

He frowned imperceptibly and waved at her, signaling her to come over.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, but sat down beside him.

Darren reached out to take her shoulders, but she moved to the other end of the couch, keeping him at arm's length.

He was slightly stunned, smiled a little awkwardly, or put his palm back, and looked thoughtfully at the side of her face.

"It's obvious that Heidi really likes you, and as for you, I guess it's not like you don't have feelings for Heidi either ......" "You can even see that?" Darren interrupted her coldly.

Catherine gave him an impatient blank look.

This guy is clearly messing up for her.

"Darren, you know what I'm going to say, since the person you love is Heidi, you shouldn't be hanging around between us, I'm not one of those women out there." She got a little annoyed. Darren put away that cynical look, his eyes burned into her calm demeanor and said, "So tell me, what kind of woman are you?"

Catherine had a short silence and looked at each other for a long time before she heaved a sigh of relief and said in a flat tone, "Since you and Heidi have plans to get married, you shouldn't leave me in the middle.

Her tone was resolute and completely unexpected to him.

Darren pursed his thin lips, his palms gradually closed, the bones were already slightly white.

He let out a soft laugh, suddenly stepped forward to clamp down on Catherine's jaw, attached to her ear and said in a dumb voice: "Marrying me is easy, wanting to leave ...... meh."

Catherine looked indignantly at the side of his face, her teeth clenched, stubbornly unwilling to bow: "I've had enough."

Her words were filled with exhaustion.

His eyes flashed with a trace of pity, then pulled out a meaningful smile and sat back on the sofa, responding in a cold voice: "If you want to leave, it depends on whether you can please me or not." His tone was a little more playful, his bony fingers tapping on his knee, one by one, like a knock on her heart.

Catherine's eyes gradually became hollow.

A marriage, in the end, only need a "happy"?

"Is it Heidi, who also pleases you?" She subconsciously inquired, trying to change her mind, but Darren had already made his reply.

He said, "She's certainly better behaved than you."

Catherine slowly tightened her palm, her sharp nails almost poking the skin of her palm, but on the surface, she still wore a faint smile and said with relief, "So, I was right, divorce is the best option." Darren shrugged and was just silent.

Catherine's eyes were tainted with a bit of anger, her crimson lips were already slightly white from her bite, her cheeks were even holding red, facing Darren's rogue look, she still looked a bit helpless: "Darren, why bother?"

She withdrew her own eyes, and once she looked down, she was right in front of the questions he had answered during the day, which seemed particularly ironic at the moment.

"At least for now, the decision is in my hands." His tone was flat, and his starry eyes were even less than half ripples.

Darren took in her expressions one by one, but didn't point them out and got up and went in the direction of the kitchen.

She wrapped her arms around her knees to nestle in the corner of the couch, and the place where her toes touched even carried his warmth, causing her to hastily withdraw her paws.

Soon, the smell of food came from the kitchen, but she was extraordinarily tired, leaning on the sofa and gradually went to sleep.

Darren put the dinner on the table and turned around to see Catherine's quiet sleeping face, gently ticking the corner of his mouth to look a little helpless.

He strides forward and carefully holds Catherine in his arms as he heads upstairs.

Catherine turned uncomfortably, dazed in the midst of Darren's hot eyes, instantly regained clarity.

She jumped out of his arms at once and stroked her loose hair, "I'll go to my room first."

Darren's smile is more than a little bitter, will be frozen in mid-air among the hands casually in the pocket, just silent.

Catherine glanced at his indifferent look, bit her lip, and finally turned around and left in stride without words.

Looking at her fleeing figure, he returned to the sofa and picked up the coffee on the coffee table and took a sip.

It was already cold, and the rich bitterness instantly filled his mouth, making him frown.

Looking back at the still-hot meal on the table, his eyes were tainted with a little complexity. He also deliberately made her favorite dishes, it's still a pity.

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