Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 670 jealous

Catherine was alone in the huge room, eating her dinner, lonely and desolate.

After the meal, she took a shower and curled up on the sofa watching TV, with a burst of sadness running through her heart.

Darren must still have Clara in his heart now, yes, editor-in-chief is also beautiful, and has a temperament, the conditions can also be counted with Darren on the right family, Darren like her and what is new. The funny thing is that I am so delusional that I want to live with Darren all the time, Catherine you think too much of yourself, what are you! What do you have? How can you compare with Clara?

Phew, it's ridiculous that the man beside you is thinking and loving another woman in your heart, isn't it ironic?

This matter is actually from the beginning are my self-interest, Darren never said to me how to how, everything is just my reverie.

Darren why did you wait until after I fell in love with you before you let me know this? If you had told me earlier that there was always someone living in your heart, I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you. Catherine thought about the thought of crying out loud, the body is also like a sieve constantly trembling, sobbing.

She realized that she had already kindled a fire of love for Darren, and it was obviously impossible to extinguish it, all she could do now was to control herself as much as possible, and she still didn't know until now, when the agreement Darren and herself had talked about would be, if only she could live like this for the rest of her life.

I don't know how long it took, Darren drank some slightly drunk, dragging slightly heavy steps to the iron gate outside the villa, far away to see the living room lights at home, his heart can not help but have a touch of relief joy, Catherine, I didn't expect you are still waiting for me ah.

Darren stepped into the house, and when he stepped into the living room, he heard the Korean language that he was already tired of hearing.

Darren's eyes moved down to replace Catherine on the couch, who by now had fallen asleep.

Darren suddenly had the urge to pull Catherine up, knowing that just now he thought Catherine was waiting for him in the living room, but it turned out that Catherine fell asleep while watching a Korean drama, a big difference between the sky and the ground.

Darren snorted softly to express his displeasure. He slowly and methodically took off his outer shirt and walked towards Catherine step by step with his slender legs.

She's sick? Darren walked in and saw the paper ball scattered on the floor, he stepped forward, leaned down slightly and put his lips a little closer to Catherine's forehead, huh? It wasn't hot.

His hand was slowly placed on Catherine's face, ruffling the hair that covered her little by little, and the two deep tear marks on Catherine's face were revealed.

She's been crying.

Darren was in a bit of a trance, he didn't bully her either, so why is she crying like this?

He can't really think of any reason other than himself for Catherine to cry so hard.

It's not that Darren is narcissistic, Catherine has not cried for more than a year except for a few times when he made her cry, and even when she encountered any difficulties at work, she just laughed it off. Darren drilled one hand under Catherine's neck and wrapped his other hand strongly around her waist, picking Catherine up directly.

Hey, no matter what, let's take her back to sleep first.

After Darren had settled Catherine into everything, he exited the room and walked alone to the bathroom, washing his cheeks constantly with cool water to ease his slightly heavy head.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and, with a calm motion, dialed his assistant: "Find out what Catherine did today for me."

Darren shed all his clothes, open the umbrella and let the water fill him, his hair was wet, the water flowed down, the momentum did not stop, and Darren could not open his eyes.

Darren quickly finished washing up, changed into a loose bathrobe, took lazy steps, walked to the couch and sat down on his butt.

Darren pulled out the cigarettes he hadn't smoked in a long time from the coffee table drawer, took one out, put it to his lips, and gently lit it.

Hiss, Darren inhaled heavily and exhaled again as his knitted brow relaxed.

At that moment the phone rang and it was his assistant who wanted to report to him about Catherine: "Mr. Kirkland, I checked and Miss Perry has been with ...... and Alastair today."

The assistant on the other end of the phone trembled and said, he knew Darren and Alastair did not get along and was afraid that Darren would take it out on himself because he was in a bad mood. Hmm? Staying with Alastair all the time, Catherine is really getting out of line!

Then why is she crying! She cried before I said anything. How do you want me to soften my heart and let you go?

"Tell me in detail!" As expected by the assistant, Darren's tone turned cold in an instant after hearing it.

"Mr. Kirkland is this......" the assistant explained in great detail, giving Darren a full account of all he had found out, fearing to cause the top boss's displeasure.

"Yeah, I got it." Darren hung up the phone straight after he finished, tossed the phone out of his hand, leaned back, and leaned back on the couch.

Darren frowned some more, but the corners of his mouth held an arc, his eyes slightly narrowed, out of breath, looking at the ceiling, not moving an inch. So, she knows about me and Clara? And got jealous?

I have to say how clever Darren's mind is, and guessed a general idea through some scattered trivia told by his assistant.

Darren sat up sharply and walked straight to the study, pulling out a photograph from a slightly inked book of the very woman Catherine had seen on her back.

This photo is Darren and Clara together, he secretly took, he and Clara after the breakup always feel ashamed of her, plus the heart left too many memories difficult to let go, so he will always collect this photo. Darren laughed lightly, as if he was laughing at himself, and he unhurriedly pulled open the drawer of the bookcase and took out a small box from it, then slowly cracked open the lid with his own long, slender fingers.

The box was full of ash, all of which were little memories of his time with Clara, and at some point he had a lighter in his hand.

With a click, the photo pinched between two fingers was ignited, and Darren's eyes were suddenly devoid of any other color, leaving only a fiery red.

"After all this time, it's time to let go of the past and let it all go up in smoke with it." Darren opened his lips, while the two fingers intertwined with the photo slowly loosened, and a flame fell into the locket with it.