The Unexpected Marriage

Joan looked around the room, seeing what else she could throw at the strange man in front of her. But Darren had already walked to her and grabbed her hands tightly.

"Woman, do you want to die?" Darren squinted his eagle-like eyes, looking incredibly dangerous.

"You bastard! Rapist!" She tried to struggle, but the man held her tightly, which made her unable to get rid of him.

"Rapist?" Darren asked incredulously. As he looked at Joan's angry face, he suddenly understood what she was thinking about.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Joan's chest, which was half covered by the thin quilt. He squinted at her mischievously. "Don't think for one second that you intrigue me the least bit," he said coldly. "But if you keep seducing me with your actions, I wouldn't mind changing my taste."

Joan's face turned stiff. So nothing happened between them? But she was naked on the bed. There was no one else in the room except them. This didn't make sense.

Joan could tell from the man's teasing tone that he was looking over at her naked body. "Jerk!" she shouted at him.

She felt disgusted at the way men acted. Scott had cheated on her while they were married. And this strange playboy came out of nowhere. "Get away from me! You're disgusting, dirty man!" Joan said angrily though gritted teeth.

In the past twenty-seven years, Darren had heard a lot of praise and compliment -- this was the first time he had ever been insulted like this. Instantly, his sculptural handsome face became overcast. 'I really shouldn't have brought this woman here,' he thought.

The next second, he burst into laughter. "Playing hard to get is out of date. Last night, you bawled and practically begged me to take you home. I don't see you keeping your integrity right then."

Joan was totally confused. Did she really do that? How could it be?

As soon as he thought of what had happened last night, his handsome face darkened again.

he was very unwilling to help her, he still did. It was because it was already causing quite a scene. No matter what Darren did, Joan wouldn't let go of his clothes. What's more,

life, he had never been humiliated

ill of him, he had no choice but to check in the hotel with

you are

raised his eyes and looked at her playfully. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. "Pretty face, fine figure. But

had never been flirted like

didn't want to waste his

What price?

Joan's eyes, the corners of Darren's mouth lifted into a smirk. "Five hundred

interesting than those women who only tried to seduce him. He wanted

yelled when she

a lion whose sensitive spot was poked. Their faces and bodies were so close to one another's. The heat of her

by accident? That you were not just trying to play hard

voice was relatively mild, but Joan truly felt the wild and arrogant tone behind it. Only people with big egos could have

everything that had happened yesterday, Joan could not help but feel sad. She lowered her eyes and said, "Yesterday... Yesterday was really... I have my

pain in her eyes. Darren

back to the hotel, he had already known that the woman had a very high fever and that she had been talking nonsense. She hadn't stopped mumbling to herself until Darren had asked a waiter to change her clothes and get her some medicine. Even when she was

rid of him as soon as possible. After some wriggles, he didn't seem to loosen his grip at all. "Let go of me. You're overthinking too much. I'm

there were disgust and contempt in her face. 'Does she really think

bold,' Darren

warning glance at Joan and let go of her hand, walking