Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

A difficult night

Vincent didn't even look back at Mr. Wilson, who was already ashen, as he naturally picked up Daisy,

who was already breathing around his neck, and walked straight to the room.

From the elevator entrance to now, Daisy has used perseverance to hold on for too long, not to

mention that her body still has the after-effects of the strong drink, and at this moment is completely

relying on instinct in action.

"Daisy, come to your senses."

Vincent looked at her flushed cheeks and semi-dazed eyes, and his heart, which had been calm and

unruffled, seemed to have been cast into the gravel, and rippled in circles.

He couldn't help but reach out his long, slender hand to touch Daisy's soft face.

However, halfway through, his hand was withdrawn, reason telling him that he did not want it.

Vincent sat on the edge of the bed in silence, closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, but

all that came to mind was Daisy's face.

He was a little surprised when she had already left so many marks on his heart.

Or is it that she is longing to be saved from the void of the past, to make up for the emptiness, and is

therefore extra attentive to her?

It can't go on.

Vincent would like to pretend not to hear, but Daisy's hand has reached inside his shirt, he caught her

hand, looking back at her directly, the ground under his eyes has been clouded like a black tan.

"If I am to help you, all the consequences must be borne by you."

Is John up so early today?

Daisy's mind was puzzled, and all of a sudden she came to her senses completely. She wiped her face

and looked around blankly, realizing with a start that she had no idea where this place was.

Yesterday, it seems that something happened?

"You're finally up, sleeping like a pig can."

Daisy was gathering her disconnected thoughts when suddenly, the door was pushed open and a

figure wrapped in a bath towel only in the critical area appeared in front of her.

This scene, directly Daisy look silly.

"You ...... me?" Daisy froze and looked at Vincent in front of her, pointed at him and then pointed at

herself in dismay, surprisingly unable to find the words to describe the awkward situation at the

moment, feeling that all the words had been reformatted.

"What's the matter, you want to renege after getting into bed?"

"Ah!"

A belated panic and nervousness stalled Daisy's heart, and she pulled up the covers, her eyes

widening in embarrassment and unease as she slid back in succession on the clean white bed to near

the head of the bed.

"Yesterday, what really happened yesterday?"

Daisy held up the quilt and covered herself up tightly in embarrassment. Vincent looked at her already

panicked demeanor and couldn't help but laugh lightly.

He also thought that the woman in front of him would be a calm and unruffled attitude no matter what

she did.

"What do you think will happen when a lone man and a woman are in the same room together?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vincent picked up a pair aside one by one and put them on, although the scenery in front of him was

very tempting, but he still had to keep his sanity.

"......" Daisy held her hot face, curled up under the covers, the hesitation in her eyes like a cloud,

constantly converging on the many doubts in her mind.

After what happened, wouldn't Vincent have been a little suspicious of her?