Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter1915 Quarrel

"Hello."

"Hmm."

Hmm? What kind of answer is that?

Daisy took the phone and took another strange look at the number, thinking that the voice sounded

familiar again, so she continued to ask, "Who is this?"

"Who do you think I am?" The male voice on the other end of the line carried a hint of unpleasant

indifference, and Daisy was startled, if it wasn't Vincent.

She asked tentatively, "Mr. Watts?"

Hearing her call out his title, Vincent was quite upset. He sat down at his desk, swiveled his chair, and

looked at the hanging pictures in his office with cold eyes.

"Did I give you permission to call me that, that's not what you called me that day in bed."

At that, Daisy's heart beat, face a red, Vincent this is which pot can not mention which pot ah, this kind

of time still calmly talking about yesterday's matter!

"Sorry I forgot, Vincent, hurry up and explain what you're here for." Daisy did not want to chirp with him

on a title, so she quickly changed the subject, so as not to cause another fishy.

Vincent heard the impatience in her tone, he raised an eyebrow, not going to repeatedly count, anyway,

he always had a way to get her to not have to address her so distantly.

"Everything is here?"

Something?

Daisy froze, then remembered that she had forgotten to tell Vincent that the cart of clothes had been

returned to her.

It's still too late to say it, Daisy thought in silence as she held the phone.

Vincent saw the other end of the phone, delayed to hear Daisy's answer, raised his eyebrows, could

not help but aggravate the voice to remind her: "Hey, talk."

"Say what?" Daisy came back to her senses, and the daze, suddenly, as if she remembered

something, she hurriedly said, "Well um, received, only there are too many things, I have a small place

here, that carload of clothes I did not want."

At that, Vincent frowned unhappily, tapping his fingers on the table, he said coldly: "You dare to return RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

the things I gave you? You have to put it even if you can't put it down, even if your house is vacated,

you still have to stuff it for me."

When she heard Vincent's unreasonable arguments, Daisy felt a bit helpless. The more they got along,

the more she felt that the man in front of her was really unbelievable.

Anything that doesn't go his way ends up being a cynical meal.

She sank her voice and pursed her lips: "Don't be so unreasonable, okay? In my heart, you send me so

many things, I am already very grateful to you, any more would be added trouble."

"So that's what you think?" Hearing Daisy say that she was giving him trouble, Vincent became more

and more angry, and he remembered Daisy's appearance in the dress store talking and laughing with

Rio, and chills rose in his heart.

He said angrily, "You're refusing to accept my stuff so you can have a reason to go clothes shopping

with Rio next time, right?"

The blood in Daisy's entire body seemed to have frozen, and she tightened her fingers, feeling more

and more suffocated by Vincent's desire to control her.

Most importantly, he brought up the name again that he didn't even want to face.

Daisy pulled up her hair around her ears, the feeling in her heart could only be described as

unbearable, so she yelled out in a bad mood: "Mr. Watts, can you be more reasonable?

These words directly forced the coldness out of Vincent's whole body, and the atmosphere in the office

dropped to zero.

The good thing is that Daisy is far away and can only feel the long silence on the other end of the

phone.

The more time passed, the more Daisy felt some internal struggle, she suddenly realized that what she

said might have hurt Vincent, so the act of pushing him away, would not lead to his disgust?

From the beginning to the end, Daisy's greatest fear of Vincent leaving the cause is that he approached

Nina, as an industry leader, even if it is only to give Nina a little bit of resources, can make her chase

for a long time.

If it is not to minimize the outside factors, the hands have a bottom card easier to break in alone, she

really does not want to seek skin with the tiger.

"Why don't you say anything?" Daisy spoke apprehensively, her heart ebbing and flowing with various

emotions, constantly speculating on the man's demeanor on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, Vincent seemed to finally calm the shocking waves in his heart and stated in an

extremely cold tone without emotion, "What do you want me to say."

The cold, shivering voice, like a piece of ice on Daisy's heart, she could not help but shiver, do not

know what to say good.

It's not too late to admit her mistake at this time, although she doesn't feel at all wrong.

When it's time to admit weakness, it's better to admit it honestly.

Daisy suppressed the resentment in her eyes, skimmed her gaze and stated expressionlessly, "Sorry,

my words were too much, don't take it to heart."

Her words of apology were painless. Vincent tsked lightly, still dissatisfied in his heart, but after a few

days together, he knew that this was already the result of her backing off.

Vincent scratched his hair twice in annoyance, and the attitude of Daisy in his heart made himself more

and more difficult to figure out.

If according to his previous personality, Daisy would have been tortured in his hands, and now, not only

would he care about what Daisy thinks, but this woman even dares to ignore him and reject him!

All these signs are indicating that things are gradually out of his control.

When he thought of this, Vincent's eyes seemed to see the borderless and empty past again, a person

who had been "abandoned" by memories, would be abandoned again by this sense of expectation of

"wanting to be saved" under such an out-of-control situation?

He narrowed his eyes, and in a flash his face went pale as he whispered, "You think I'll forgive you if

you say things like that?"

Vincent sneered, repressing his suspicions about Daisy in his mind, the vulnerability that was not

acknowledged by himself was amplifying his emotions infinitely.

At the other end of the phone, Daisy heard Vincent being aggressive again, and the anxious feeling

she had been holding back suddenly shot up her heart.

What exactly is the point of him always making such meaningless threats.

Daisy took a look at the phone's call time and didn't want to talk anymore. Her long, thin fingers

hesitated and hesitated on the red button, but then she suddenly remembered Vincent's words that

provoked her.

After hanging up the phone, Daisy flung the phone to the other end of the couch in annoyance, and she

buried herself in the soft couch, casually resting her hands above her eyes, her heart feeling like a

stone was pressing down on her heart.