Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 98 Thanks for Believing Me

Different from the kiss before, it was overpowering, showing his possessiveness of her.

He quickly pried open her mouth, conquered her tongue, as he fastened the hold of his hands, as if to

rub her into his blood.

After a long while, he finally let go of her with a wistful look. His heart softened as he looked into his

arms and saw the dainty woman's apple-red cheeks. He came close to her and whispered to her ears,

"Thanks for believing me. Clara."

And he was even more grateful for her appearing in his life, when it had been gloomy and lightless.

...

Clara had been at home resting for half a month before she felt ashamed and pleaded to get back to

work.

After all, she had taken so many leaves lately, so she's afraid that she would get fired.

When she came back to the office she had been away for long, people came asking her how she's

faring, apparently most of whom had realized their misunderstanding about her, thus the unusual

enthusiasm.

But of course, except for Diane Kirby.

The first thing she said when she saw Clara was, "Oh, look who's here. Our Miss Selman, I thought

you're well-connected enough to make money by simply lying at home."

Diane looked at Clara with unspeakable hared.

She had run into Ashlee the other day at a mall, thinking she could use her to get rid of Clara, but for

reasons unknown, she just scuttled away, without taking any actions.

Those rich little princesses were just useless!

But she herself couldn't think of any ways to deal with her either, so whining was all she could do.

Clara was in no mood for responding to her, neither did others.

Sarah caught Clara by the arm and said excitedly, "Clara, you probably haven't known yet. The heinous

factory that we had exposed was sued and all the workers there have got their pays."

"Really?" Clara was surprised to hear the news.

These days, factory workers are an underprivileged community, who could hardly get their pays back

unless they made big news out of it.

"Yeah, and not only that, everybody said we took credit for it, so they gave us an award!" exclaimed

Sarah more excitedly. She searched the news on her phone and showed it to Clara. "Something like a

social contribution award, not like something big, but it'll bring more popularity to our magazine! And

people on Twitter have been saying that we are a press with conscience."

Clara fell silent.

As someone who knew the truth, she was aware that this thing didn't actually have anything to do with

their company, but anyway, the magazine became known by more people because of that, so it should

help with sponsorship and sales, which was a good thing to them all.

"That's great," she said smilingly.

"Yeah, and Mr. Kirkland said he will treat us to drinks today. So you must come with us this time. I won't

take no for an answer." Sarah's eyes flickered with expectation.

Clara was surprised. "Has he got back to work?"

"Yeah. What a coincidence, he also took a leave the day you did." Sarah seemed to have thought of

something and added, "But he came back a week earlier than you."

Clara frowned.

Darren's injury was much worse than hers, how could he have returned to work so soon?

Before she started to think further, Sarah clung to her arm and kept saying, "Clara, please come

tonight."

Clara was aware that it made her look alien if she kept saying no to all office group activities, so she

said yes, thinking that it was just a group of people drinking together.

At the end of the busy day, Clara finally saw Darren coming out of his office with gauze on his face.

He was surprised to see her in the office, but soon he said to people the office, "Let's take off and head

for that Karaoke bar."

People cheered and crowded downstairs. They grabbed cabs and arrived at the KTV.

But when they started trickling into the bar, they saw a fancily dressed woman waving at them, "Darren,

here!"

Clara was shocked to see that woman.

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She looked very sexy in that little black vest and mini skirt. Her hot body struck the male colleagues

numb.

When they walked towards her, Ashlee soon came up to Darren and clung to his arm in a very natural

way. Her red mouth produced a seductive smile and said, "I have booked us a booth. Let's go inside."

Darren, however, knitted his eyebrows tightly as he saw Ashlee, "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you call me about the party? I just thought it won't hurt for me to join you, so I came." She

smiled brightly and rested her eyes on everybody, "Am I not welcomed?"

After a short silence, everybody hastened to say, "You're kidding. We are more than happy to have you

here, Mrs. Kirkland."

Ashlee laughed even more gaily, and said to Darren, "You see, now that everybody says that, you won't

ask me to leave, right?"

He nervously took a look at the peaceful-looking Clara. With all the people there and her being his

nominal fiancée, he had no choice but forced himself to take her into booth with everybody else.

They have been very busy at work lately, so everybody enjoyed themselves wildly, with some singing

and others binge drinking. Clara was not interested in those things, so she had been sitting quietly in a

corner with a glass of juice, scrolling on her phone.

After a while, she went out of the booth to the washroom.

As she got to the door of the washroom, she smelled cigarette, and saw Darren smoking down the hall,

with a few butts scattering around his feet.

She frowned.

She had never known him to smoke before, yet he seemed to be so addicted.

But she knew that it had nothing to do her anymore, so she soon skirted around him and headed for

the bathroom.

Darren, however, had already seen her and soon called, "Clara?"

She then halted and turned around resignedly, "Mr. Kirkland?"

Darren had come in front of her, with the cigarette smell getting stronger. She instinctively wrinkled her

nose.

She didn't know why but she really disliked the cigarette smell of Darren, compared to Horace's faint

smell of cigar. She slightly frowned her eyebrows and said quietly, "What's the matter, Mr. Kirkland?"