The Unexpected Marriage

Darren put his phone back to his pocket and stood in front of the French window. The beige gauze curtain was gradually penetrating by the sun. His shadow could clearly be seen on the face of the sleeping girl.

As if sensing the light in front of her eyes, Joan smiled and gradually opened her blurred eyes.

Hearing the rustling sound behind him, Darren turned around and put the cup on the table in front of her. The warm water still didn't dissipate and the white smoke was in front of her eyes.

"Good morning." There was no superfluous emotion in his tone. "How do you think about the thing I mentioned last night?"

Joan managed to collect her thoughts. She took the glass of water in front of her and gulped it down. The lukewarm water made her throat a little uncomfortable. She used her hand to brush her hair that was a little bit messy after sleep and gazed at Darren.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. I may disappoint you. Indeed, your condition is very tempting to me. And it can be said that the reason of the bankruptcy is something I am most eager to know."

Everything seemed to be the same as he had imagined. However, all of a sudden, Joan changed the topic. "But I'm going to investigate my family by myself. I'm afraid that I'm not qualified to be your wife."

"Woman, I advise you to think twice before you speak. I will give you some time to think about it. "

"No need!" His words were cut off by Joan. His brows furrowed. Most of the entrepreneurs he had met before didn't have the guts to cut in his words.

Moreover, he never gave others a second chance to make a choice. Today was the first time for him to make an exception, but he was refused so decisively and ruthlessly.

and took out the powder compact from her handbag to cover bruises under her eyes, she blurted out, "Mr. Lu,

Bye.

lipstick mark left on it. His face darkened.

the thick skin to stay there for the whole day. In addition

several interviewers had interviewed her. When they saw her "unclean" curriculum vitae, they all chose to stay away from her. That

we've seen your

more euphemistic way expressing hatred to the dirty time she had spent in prison for three years. At the beginning, she felt a little upset. Later, she was

to the one who waits. Joan

for her at the moment. She quickly closed the newspaper, went back to her temporary apartment provided

saver was her favorite design, which was a

garbage where even passers-by had to cover their mouths and nose when passing

hard. She still remembered clearly how cunning

I must turn your design

ground. Joan threw the

were wandering on another woman, and she felt disgusted somehow. She could forgive many

Not at all.

with when facing a power net in prison. Joan was absorbed in her work and pulled a blanket over her legs. Without moving a bit, she changed her ideas into a design by mouse and several fast buttons.