Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter1957 What is love

"Sure, as long as this one is well-received." Rufus smiled and nodded, rising a little to Daisy's liking.

Suddenly, Rufus looked back at Mew, who was still debugging the camera, and asked Daisy in some

doubt: "Is this photographer really OK, it looks too young, you really did not ask to use our royal

photographer? "

She looked back at Rufus and said, "You saw the scene with your own eyes, and when you get the

photos and compare them with the scene, you'll know she's a genius, and if I had enough contacts, I'd

really like to recommend her."

Rufus understood what she was saying, but a big brand like this couldn't leave something as important

as photography to a young person.

He laughed lightly, feigning ignorance and not making conversation.

A few hours later, Daisy finally finished the photos, Mew took the photos back to fix, Rufus also took

back a copy of the samples intended for the design department to look at.

The crowd dispersed for the time being, and Daisy was very tired after a busy day, so she said

goodbye to John and went back to Vincent's apartment first.

When she returned to the apartment, Vincent had not returned yet. Daisy turned on all the lights and

still felt the house was empty and lonely.

To say that something is missing, it is probably the smell of fireworks, everything is neatly placed, as if

no one has ever moved.

Suddenly, the door was opened and Daisy turned her head to look and found an older aunt.

Blinking, Daisy was also a little confused about who was in front of her, and fearing that it was Vincent's

relatives, she rushed to greet them.

"Auntie, you are?"

The woman was obviously also a little surprised to see Daisy, she smiled a little awkwardly, closed the

door and said, "Don't be polite, I'm the bellhop hired by Mr. An, just call me Anna, I was done, but Mr.

An wanted me to come back and make a meal for dinner, so I folded back."

Once she heard that Vincent had hired the bellhop, Daisy was obviously relieved and her whole body

was relaxed, she was not ready to deal with his family yet.

Daisy smiled affectionately and followed Anna: "I see, I only moved in yesterday so I'm not really sure,

is he coming back tonight and letting you make dinner?"

At that, Anna nodded in understanding, and hearing Daisy's question, she was a bit surprised again,

she said, "Didn't Mr. An tell you that he won't be back tonight, that's why he asked me to cook dinner

for you."

Hearing Anna's answer, Daisy froze, her heart could not say what kind of emotions like silk threads

bound her heart, she hung her eyes in silence for a while, turned her head to Anna and said, "Don't do

it first, I'll make a call to him."

What would Vincent be doing now?

She thought she was the canary in her hand, the kind that could care less about life or death, so he

remembered to ask his aunt to cook a meal for him?

Why do I feel some warmth in my heart when it is obviously a dispensable concern?

But if it's a pair of true love, maybe everyone else might just drive up and take his lover straight to

dinner.

Daisy shook her head, not wanting to let herself think that way; she didn't want to be the insatiable type

of person Timothy was.

Dialing the phone, Daisy waited for the call to be answered, and within a few moments, the call was

answered.

"Hello."

"Well ...... it's me, what's up?"

Daisy sat on the sofa with a calm look and a mood like a sticky soft dessert with a hint of tenderness. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Vincent rubbed his eyes, took the phone, looked up at the time, his voice was rather hoarse: "In bed,

went on a business trip this afternoon, things are more urgent, did not have time to talk to you."

"Are you already in the field?"

"Well, at Country R. Want to bring something?"

Holding the phone, Daisy was silent for a while, she didn't expect him to have run away to a foreign

country, but she didn't even have any news.

She sounded a bit dissatisfied, but did not show it in her words: "If Country R, bring a gosho, at this

stage I kinda need a god to bless my career."

Vincent raised an eyebrow and sat up, the silver glow pouring through the gaps between the curtains

and onto the soft carpet.

He hooked his lips and laughed lightly, "Can the gods bless you with such things, so how about, think

of me as a god?"

Daisy hummed lightly and sat on the couch playing with her hair, her gaze a little confused, "If I want to

like you, I can't treat you like a god."

To Daisy's words, Vincent did not understand so much, but he could hear the layer of meaning he

wanted to express.

He wanted Daisy to rely on him, but Daisy refused.

Why is it always like this? This feeling of standing in the clouds and seemingly not being able to read

each other's minds all the time makes Vincent walk on thin ice.

He doesn't know if he should continue to give, and he doesn't know if the other person is the one he's

really looking for, and if Daisy will plan to pull away at any time?

Everything is unknown, he only knows that the other party refuses to have a career connection with him

and does not want to rely on him emotionally.

Doubt, even the original slightly sure of those judgments will be shaken up, Vincent does not want to

see Daisy, his life is complicated enough, did not continue to look deep into Daisy's identity, also

because he wants to be simple, even if self-deception does not matter.

But she, it seems, always keeps herself taut on that string and simply refuses to confuse herself.

"Lean on me a little bit, okay, even if it's just a little bit, it makes me feel like you at least have me in

your heart."

In a foreign country and a distance of more than 100,000 kilometers, Daisy's heart ebbs and flows with

the electric waves above the sea.

She did not expect that even a proud man like him would have a moment to beg.

This is not what she wanted, a proud man like that should not have bowed his head, originally even she

was not supposed to stand by his side.

Everything is just from a lie, until now, Daisy realized that Vincent's heart is so empty and lonely, can

not be touched by a little bit of the past.

Daisy is the perfect substitute for all this, even if he has to bow his head, he is willing to do so.

"I ...... want to ask you, do you have love for me?"

Daisy's question was asked and there was silence on the other end of the line. Vincent was wrapped in

darkness and gripped the phone tightly, his amber eyes swirling with a confused glow.

He nagged out, actually like an ethereal voice coming from the realm of the lost: "What ...... is love?"

What is love, lost the past few years he learned a lot of things, but only never learned this one thing.