Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 61 The Old Man Back Then

Ashlee's fingers, imperceptibly, clenched.

A few days ago, when she found out that Clara had married Horace, she had been so angry that she

had made this plan with barely any thought.

And initially, she had been particularly confident in her plan, having bribed a subordinate of the Kirkland Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

family. Once the banquet was over, she had arranged for that subordinate to resign and leave, so she

initially thought there was no way she would be exposed.

But she didn't expect that the Kirkland family, as a prestigious family after all, would have investigated

these matters much more efficiently than she had thought, and she was exposed that night.

So she never thought about how to explain the origin of the photos.

And hearing Darren's questioning at that moment made her even more unsettled.

It was true that she had sent him the photos in Darren's hand, both two years ago and recently.

It was she who had set up the trap, and it was she who had placed the pinhole camera in the hotel.

But Darren must not know about this.

So she tried to calm herself down as quickly as possible and had an idea.

She pretended to look scared, "Darren, don't blame me if I tell you how I got these pictures, okay?"

Darren's eyes contracted for a moment, "First, you tell me where exactly you got the photos?"

Ashlee avoided his gaze, and her voice dropped a few more notches, "Actually... I secretly looked

through your phone."

Darren had looked at Ashlee with a grim face and a wary expression, but he didn't expect such a reply

from her and froze.

"Yeah." Ashlee whispered as if summoning tremendous courage, "Do you remember the day we were

at the Japanese restaurant? You seemed out of sorts that day, and I thought you had a woman outside,

so I got scared; I went through your phone and saw there was an unread anonymous email, so I

clicked on it... I didn't expect to see something like that, and I was so shocked that I instinctively passed

it on to my phone."

Darren frowned, struggling to remember.

Indeed, he had had dinner with Ashlee on the days he had received that anonymous email, and he had

been preoccupied because of Clara's picture.

Could that be what had happened?

He looked down at Ashlee beside him, only to see her eyes red and as pitiful as a little bunny, and all of

a sudden, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of sorry.

"All right. I got it." He patted her shoulder, "Don't make that face as if I've bullied you."

Ashlee bit her lip and gave him a cautious look, "Darren, you don't blame me?"

Blame her?

Of course, he did.

Especially when he thought about how Clara had looked at him when the pictures were released, he

had been so angry that he wanted to break off his engagement with Ashlee, that stupid woman!

But then he looked at Ashlee's eyes, which were similar to Clara's, and he couldn't bear the thought.

It was true that he had been too concerned about Clara since his return to China, and it was no wonder

that Ashlee was insecure.

Ultimately, Ashlee would do it because she loved him too much.

Darren's eyes suddenly twinkled.

What if...

If only Clara could be as madly in love with him as Ashlee was and would do anything for him...

In a trance but for a moment, Darren shook his head, "I forgive you this time, but in the future, don't do

these things without telling me, okay?"

A look of joy flashed across Ashlee's face when she heard that Darren wasn't going to take it up with

her, and she hugged him, "Of course not!

Looking at Darren in front of her, Ashlee's eyes flickered for a moment before she suddenly

straightened up, her eyes winked like glitter and her voice charming, "Darren, it seems like we haven't

done it for a long time since we got back..."

Darren was suddenly a little stunned.

The room was only lit with a bedside lamp, the light was already a little dim, and between the haze,

Ashlee's face couldn't help but overlap even more with the look in his memory.

At this time, Ashlee had taken the initiative to approach him, red lips pressed over, her body slowly

rubbing against his, "Darren... I want you... so badly."

But the moment Ashlee got close, the strong scent of her perfume reached his nostrils.

In an instant, he sobered up as if cold water had been poured over his head.

"No." He spoke abruptly, pushing Ashlee away.

Ashlee stumbled a little at a push and looked at Darren incredulously and hurt, "Darren..."

Darren was suddenly at a loss for how to face Ashlee and could only say, "I'm too tired today. Maybe

another time?"

Ashlee was hurt but still couldn't say anything; she could only bite her lip and nod.

Darren quickly got ready to shower, but before entering the bathroom, he couldn't help himself and

turned his head, whispering, "Ashlee, your perfume is too strong. Don't wear it anymore."

With those words, he walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Ashlee, who was left behind, looked as pale as if she had lost her soul.

She had been rejected by Darren again.

She had taken the initiative numerous times since her return, but Darren had never accepted her. Not

only that, but he wouldn't make time for her; most of the time, he was at the magazine publishing

company.

The company with Clara.

And today, he said her perfume stung?

When they first got together, he had clearly said it was his favourite perfume, so she would carefully

spray it on either during the day or after her bath.

But now he was telling her that she was better off without perfume?

How many girls of this age don't these days wear perfume?

Except for poor slobs like Clara!

Clara...

Ashlee's face went even paler as the name came to her mind.

Was she overthinking it again? Was Darren... still unable to let go of Clara?!

Ashlee was so angry that she almost exploded, grabbing the pillows and quilts on the bed like crazy

and smashing them silently around the room.

Clara!

You shameless bitch!

You have no right to steal a man from me when you are so lowly!

You're the one who pushed me to this point! Don't blame me for being unkind!

Angrily, she pulled out her phone and ensured Darren was already in the shower before dialling a

number.

"Hello." Her voice was icy as the call was answered, "Find me that old man, you know, the same one

back then. Tell him I want him to do me a favour, and if he helps me, I can give him several beautiful

young girls. All for free."