“My Miss Perry, your face is even redder and hotter?” Darren asked as he played with a spoon in his hand and looked playfully at Catherine.
Catherine replied with some embarrassment, “Uh… It’s hot.”
Soon, the dishes are served, Catherine actually long hungry, see the dishes up, where will also take into account the lady or not lady, raise chopsticks open brush.
Darren looked at Catherine, who had her sleeves up and was about to fight, and was lost in thought. There used to be a woman like her, who was unrestrained, but she didn’t cherish it and then missed it and became a passerby.
This time, he would definitely not let Catherine escape easily.
Darren then unhurriedly picked up a piece of fish and put it into the spicy side, knowing that Catherine has always been spicy-free.
After he took some time, he calculated that it was almost time, gently picked it up and brought it to Catherine’s bowl.
Catherine, who was wolfing down her meal, suddenly noticed a piece of spotted fish meat enter her sight and then fall into her bowl. She sucked in the bok choy hanging out of the corner of her mouth, lifted her head, swallowed, and then looked at Darren, who was sitting across the table, and found him looking at her as well.
Well, remembering how she ate, Catherine couldn’t help but blame her indisputable stomach.
In her panic, Catherine actually picked up a piece of mushroom from her own bowl and brought it to Darren’s bowl, with a don’t-get-polite look, “You eat it too haha, you eat it too.”
Darren’s gaze never left Catherine, she was staring a little hairy, always felt something wrong, suddenly reacted, full of embarrassment: “I… I’m sorry, I took you for my bestie, how about a different bowl of soup for you?”
Who knows Darren extremely perversely picked up the mushroom in the bowl, elegantly brought it to his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it in one bite, and said flatly, “It tastes pretty good.”
Catherine’s lips opened and closed in amazement, speechless that he had eaten what he had plucked out of his bowl, and that it was the first time she had ever seen Darren eat spicy food.
Darren, however, was unimpressed, picking up another piece of lettuce from his plate and adding it to the pot as if nothing had happened.
There was a haze above the fondue pot, which looked especially hazy under the light. Catherine thought she was dreaming, and had been dreaming all day, because she couldn’t really find a reason for Darren’s change of pace.
Catherine looked at Darren who was eating elegantly, and then compared with herself, she couldn’t help but also slow down and chew slowly.
Another slice of beef was added to her bowl, and Catherine, with some discomfort, turned it over and over in the bowl before finally taking it to her mouth, where she then looked up at Darren to say something.
Perverse, too perverse, could it be that he really likes me?
Catherine because to maintain their own eating, so this hot pot, she ate extremely slow, the two people ate nearly two hours, if she and her best friend to eat, it is estimated that half an hour to clean up the battlefield.
When the two got out, it was already late. Darren opened the car door for Catherine as a gentleman, and then with a whistle, the two went home.
Halfway through the day Darren received a call from his assistant and went to the office. Catherine returned home, feeling a little tired, and took a shower and went straight to bed.
The next morning a ray of sunlight shone through the glass on Catherine’s face, probably because of some dazzling, then turned over and went back to sleep.
Darren dropped his hand from pulling back the curtains and shook his head, muttering, “This lazy woman.”
Said Darren walking to the bed and sitting down, one hand gently stroking Catherine’s hair, leaning – down and placing a soft kiss on Catherine’s forehead, “You say you obviously care about me, but why won’t you admit it?”
The moment the door was gently closed, Catherine opened her eyes suddenly, this time not pretending to be asleep, but because the kiss had woken her up.
“You are still the same? Obviously care nor admit, you do not admit, why should I admit first, men should have given way to women!” Catherine said with some defiance.
She looked at her watch, it was still early, and then she lay quietly on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes misty, deep in thought about something.
I don’t know how long it took her to get up when she heard a click and knew it was Darren who had left.
In a limousine, Darren tapped his fingers on the seat and looked out the window, pondering something. A little later, with a thump of his knuckles, he knocked on the window, exhaled a cloudy breath and said faintly, “Go to Catherine’s, and by the way, make an appointment for me with their editor-in-chief.”
“Yes, Mr. Kirkland.”
The car drove slowly, not much time has arrived at the floor of Catherine’s company.
“Mr. Kirkland, it’s been arranged.” The driver said as he got out of the car.
“Hmm.” Darren nodded gently, the purpose of his visit was to ask their company to fire Anna, otherwise with Anna’s character, she would definitely make it harder for Catherine after what happened yesterday.
Just after entering the entrance of the company, the receptionist said extremely politely, “Mr. Kirkland, right? Please come with me here, the editor-in-chief has already explained to me.”
Darren doesn’t answer either, it’s all so right in his eyes.
When he stepped into the office door, Darren saw a very familiar back, he suspected that he had an illusion, and could not help but rub his eyes.
It’s her! It must be her! With a back like that, I’m sure I don’t remember it wrong.
“Clara?” cried Darren, taking a deep breath with a question.
The seat slowly turned over, the person’s cheeks slowly emerged, the skin is clear and white, cicada, a pair of beautiful eyes gently blinked.
“It really is you.” Darren’s expression was a bit dazed, and his eyes, which used to be full of confidence, were filled with bitterness.
“Ehan, hello.” The woman did not answer Darren’s words, but spoke in a nonchalant manner.
“You still haven’t changed a bit, like you always do, both in looks and personality.” Darren nodded slightly and looked at the ceiling, reminiscing.
“Let’s talk a little bit about work-related issues.” Clara’s face knitted a little as well.
Darren sighed, a moment of melancholy on his face: “Yeah, after all, that’s all in the past, and there’s no going back.”
Said Darren walked to the desk and sat down: “There is a woman in your company, called Anna, she is being adopted by herself, and she is also making trouble in the company, creating rumors and causing trouble, I think you will not care, right?”
“Anna?” asked Clara with a slight frown and a pause, “What do you want to do about it?”
Darren threw out two words without thinking, “Open.”