Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 635 Reasonable Explanations

As Darren was about to launch his next move, buzzing, his phone rang.

As if Catherine had grabbed a lifeline, the caller thanked him several times in his heart.

Answer the phone, answer the phone quickly, she has thought of a plan, as long as Darren answered the phone, she got up and ran outside, called the nurse to check herself out, you can escape from the clutches.

Darren answered the phone unhurriedly, with anger in his tone and no expression on his face, "You better give me a reasonable explanation, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Darren's voice was not loud, but it pressed down like a mountain on his assistant, and the call came from none other than Darren's assistant.

"Mr. Kirkland...... is Freddie's wife, she said she had an appointment with you and wanted to move it up a bit, it was urgent, so I called you directly."

The assistant on the other end of the phone was a bit confused, then said two words in a coy manner, sighing in his heart, who in the end has messed with him, causing me to follow the implication. Catherine took advantage of the fact that Darren was answering the phone, and her little hand was hastily withdrawn, and she quickly rolled over and crawled towards the edge of the bed.

Darren looked at the fleeing Catherine and ignored her, still asking coldly, "When is the time set?"

Hearing Darren's question, the assistant answered evenly, fearing to cause Darren's displeasure: "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then you let her know that I'll be there at two in the afternoon." Darren hung up the phone and turned back to look for Catherine, replaceing her moving slowly on tiptoe.

Success, almost success, Catherine's heart is full of excitement, just when she was ready to reach for it, suddenly found a pair of men's large feet standing opposite their own.

Catherine slowly moved her eyes upwards and saw Darren with a smile at the corner of his mouth, Catherine was suddenly disheartened, finished, still not run out, and now in the hands of Demon King. Catherine shrugged her head, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, come on, just come on.

Little did she know that Darren was already disinterested by a phone call and was just begging like a child who had made a mistake: "That, please."

Darren stared at the scarlet-faced Catherine, forcing a smile and a wry glint in his eyes, "You're given a chance to reform, depending on whether you're willing to do it or not."

When Catherine heard that she had another choice, her heart was a burst of joy and her words were as excited as they could be, "You name it, I'll definitely do it."

"Okay, then come over here and kiss me and say, "Honey please let me go," and when you're done, I'll let you go first this time." Darren's face smiled even more, but with a hint of evil.

Catherine gritted her teeth, comforting herself, it was better than that, right? She took two steps forward and went straight to Darren's front.

Catherine looked at Darren, who was much taller than herself, as if he was deliberately making things difficult and did not have the slightest intention to lower his head, so she had to stand on tiptoe and give Darren a peck on his thin lips, then shyly lowered her head and muttered in a very small voice, "Honey, I beg you to let me go, okay?" Darren enjoyed Catherine's pleading, then said with a superior look, "Okay, for the sake of you begging me, I'll let you off this time." Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and touched her burning cheek, unwilling to believe that the words had just come out of her mouth. Darren sidled up, picked up the corset belonging to Catherine from the floor, and handed it to her.

Catherine saw Darren handing his corset to himself, his face scarlet even more, simply did not dare to look directly at Darren, hurriedly took it, a jog, ran straight to the bathroom, snapped the door shut. Darren was not impressed, it's not like I've never seen your body before, why bother? He then paced to the bathroom door and said in a voice that Catherine could just hear, "Take a walk down there by yourself later and then rest, I have some things to do, I'll go first."

With those words, Darren didn't wait for Catherine's answer and stepped right out.

Hearing the sound of the room door being closed, Catherine came out of the bathroom and cursed out in anger, "Liar, you big liar! You obviously have something to do, but you still take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of me and make me say embarrassing words, I am your legal wife, there is such a way to calculate the wife ......"

Darren apparently could not hear it, Catherine scolded some more, as if she was a little tired, poured herself a sip of water and drained it, then said gamely, "You told me to take a walk, I refused, I'll just burrow in my room and watch TV, huh?"

The car whistled and the airflow outside the window continued to lurch as Darren held a pile of information in his hands, which recorded exactly everything about Anna.

"Mr. Kirkland, we're here." The driver looked at Darren pondering something and cautiously reminded.

Darren nodded and asked, "What box is the location booked in?"

"Mr. Kirkland, it's number five."

Click, Darren opened the car door and took off.

Because of Darren's frequent visits, most of the waiters inside knew him, and as soon as he walked into the cafe, the waiter enthusiastically asked, "Sir, do you have a reservation for a private room?" Darren said lightly, "Box 5, my friend booked it."

The waiter leaned over and said politely, "Yes sir please follow me."

The waiter led Darren to box five, knocked on the door, and then left.

Darren didn't care if anyone answered, he just pushed the door open, he didn't want to wait outside.

He just came in and found a middle-aged woman sitting in front of herself, obese, but the skin is very fair, with a woman's cigarette in her fingers, the cigarette was half bright and half dark, the teeth of the occasional wisp of smoke.

When she saw Darren arrive, the middle-aged woman flipped her eyelashes with an unknown amount of mascara and asked with a curious tone, "Are you Mr. Kirkland?