Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter1906 Past Lives

Last night's wine and drugs made her lose her mind, and by now she can only recall what happened

until the corridor, and they say that after drinking, she would have said something last night that she

shouldn't have said.

And today's situation is almost exactly the same as her last life, the only difference is that she woke up

as a living person.

"Now that it's happened, forget it." Daisy's head was still a little swollen, and she rarely bothered to

think about it that much anymore, reaching down to pick up a piece of clothing that had fallen to the

floor and put it on secretly under the covers.

The indifferent tone of voice made Vincent's hand tying his tie lurch, and he turned back in discontent,

the button between his collar still unbuttoned, revealing a large part of his fine chest.

"Sleeping with me, and you still want to write it off?"

Vincent attached himself to him and ripped the covers off, exposing Daisy's delicate little face to the air.

His overpowering aura kept invading her heart, which was constantly retreating from the tangles, and

this made Daisy resist more and more.

"I don't mean to hold you responsible."

Tugging the covers from Vincent's hands, Daisy didn't dare to look him in the eye.

It is strange to say, obviously his attitude towards himself has always been distant and close, how now

it looks like he wants to catch himself?

It's hard to believe that last night, he said something extraordinary?

She waited for Vincent's next move, biting her lips tightly as a way to pour out her tension.

"Do you think I'll be happy just by saying that?" Vincent pinched Daisy's cheek with one hand and

turned it hard, he stared at the person in front of him, his expression tightened and the bottom of his

eyes sank like a deep tan.

He knew by the look on her face that Daisy must still feel good about herself.

The white bed, Vincent propped up and shackled to Daisy, they looked at each other, she looked at the

man close at hand, her thoughts were filled with the magnified handsome face in front of her.

There are such good-looking people in the world, each silhouette is like being kissed by angels, loaded

with beauty and beauty, carefully outlined features with the amber eyes, if you say it is the heart, it is

not too much.

Vincent, indeed, is not something she can manage and own.

When she met Nina, she had fantasized about getting Vincent to like her, yet at this moment, maybe he

really does, but she doesn't want it.

It's nice to climb up the ladder, but if she doesn't lose because of herself, but because of a lie, there will

be a day when she loses after paying more.

Such a needless effort, she did not want to do, but also hidden from Vincent, let him do it.

In this life, in addition to revenge on their enemies, they must also end up owing many people, right?

Daisy's heart throbbed, she did not want to say such words at all, but she still forced herself to say it.

"Really, so that's the answer you wanted."

On the bed, Vincent coldly and abruptly released his hand, he stood up, showing an expression of

disappointment in her to the extreme, his expression was cold: "But you should get it clear, this is

Fiona's 312, this is my exclusive room here, even if you want to leave, that person should be you!"

Daisy listened to the anger suppressed in every word of his sentence, she was depressed, and there

was only a strong subdued look in her eyes. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She was about to say something when suddenly, a comment from Vincent made Daisy freeze.

Fiona's 312?

Her eyes widened incredulously as she looked at the arm of the person in front of her, the coldness at

her fingertips gradually spreading throughout her body.

"You are are saying that this is your exclusive room?"

Vincent thought the country girl in front of him was surprised at his own financial resources, he swept

her a few times with contempt, standing by the window with his arms clasped and his eyes downcast,

looking at her askance: "What? Think I can't afford to live here?"

"No ...... I just want to know why you are renting a room here ......"

The out-of-control emotions in Daisy's eyes fell into Vincent's eyes, and her tightly furrowed brow

seemed to be suppressing something. Vincent raised his eyebrows lightly and temporarily collected his

contentious attitude.

He said calmly, "The Fiona Hotel is extremely private, and it's not surprising that many celebrities also

have their own exclusive rooms here."

At the word, Daisy's pupils instantly lost their radiance, she absent-mindedly bent her back, her face a

miserable white, and said to herself in a trance: "So that's ...... what it means, all this is never a

coincidence."

In her last life, the same room 312, she lost her first time and woke up with a stinging 10,000 left.

Daisy still vividly remembers the desperate and angry emotions she felt at that time. She ran to the

counter to ask the owner of 312 in order to find out who the person who hurt her was, but the

receptionist wouldn't tell her.

Just at that moment, she felt so dirty.

It just so happened that Timothy appeared in her life at that time, and his gentle and thoughtful feelings

for her had always made her very grateful, feeling that she, a person who did not deserve to be loved,

also had the best feelings in the world.

So she trusted him and loved him with all her heart.

The company gave him the opportunity to find a movie, take large scale photos to make money to pay

off his gambling debts, and even indulge in his occasional abuse of himself.

She was controlled by her own self-pity and fear at that time, and there is no doubt that she was afraid

that Timothy would finally stop loving her.

However, the final exchange was the desperation of that scene at the hotel, and now, looking back, she

can't help but want to slap herself.

Daisy lowered her eyes in silence, not wanting to face the status quo, originally thinking that the hand

of fate had missed her by mistake, but in fact she had been walking on the same carving board.

Only this time, because she met Vincent in advance and thus knew who the real owner of 312 was.

Both lives were taken away by the same person, her emotions are not only complicated but also

puzzling.

The answer in Daisy's mind is nine times out of ten and the person in front of her is related, the most

likely is that she tried to escape and bumped into him and was brought into the room by the water.

When you think about it, Daisy's heart is filled with gratitude that she befriended Vincent in advance,

otherwise, after such a thing happened, even if she made up a story that she was Daisy, he would

never believe it.

If that's the case, she'll have trouble containing Nina.

"What coincidence?" Vincent, who obviously couldn't understand what Daisy was saying, raised his

eyebrows and gazed silently into Daisy's eyes that had regained their clarity.

Just a moment ago, she seemed to a figured out what must be the problem.

"No, there's nothing." Daisy categorically would not tell him what was on her mind, her thoughts and

emotions had regained their composure.

Ignoring Vincent's probing gaze, Daisy sat up and got out of bed, picking up the clothes on the floor

piece by piece and putting them back on.

"You seem to be hiding something from me."