Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Nightmare

Brayden has been abroad on business, but he knows all about Dolly at home, and although he has

many doubts in his mind, he still chooses to trust Dolly.

"Well done." On the phone, Brayden's voice was flat.

Is he complimenting himself? At this time, Dolly's heart was excited, but how could they both know that

a cruel conspiracy was about to come ......

"When are you coming back?" Dolly sounded a little anxious, it had been a long time since she had

seen her beloved, and she did miss it.

"There's still a lot of things to take care of over here, for a while longer." Brayden immediately

explained, he understood how Dolly felt at this time, because he missed her too.

The two briefly exchanged a few words and each simply hung up the phone.

"What? Miss him?" Mrs. Knight asked, her tone gentle as she approached.

"Hmm." Dolly didn't hide it in the slightest. It was obvious that he had just left the country not long ago,

but she felt as if he had been gone for years.

"Well, he'll be back soon, so don't be despondent here." Mrs. Knight gently patted Dolly's shoulder,

looking at Dolly's so thoughtful appearance in front of her, gossiping and smiling, this is a normal

couple!

"Dolly, the man behind it, who is he, anyway?" There was a hint of curiosity in Mrs. Knight's eyes.

Who else could it be? Aston, of course.

In this world, besides Leyla, Aston is the only one who hates herself so much! But she hadn't thought

about whether to tell Mrs. Knight.

"It's okay, the corset incident was just an accident, don't think too much about it ma'am." With that Dolly

got up and walked to her bedroom.

Lying on the big bed, Dolly tossed and turned, unable to sleep, a pair of big eyes looked straight out of

the window that dark sky, the sky hanging a lonely moon, dotted with a few stars around, looks very

cold.

Aston, why on earth are you targeting me so much? Is it just because of Brayden?

Dolly clutched the sheets underneath with a look of indignation.

The next day, the sun shone early through the window and warmed the ground. The person in bed

stretched and slowly opened his eyes before getting up and walking out of the room.

In the dining room, Mrs. Knight is constantly busy. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Awake?" Mrs. Knight greeted her as she poured the milk.

"Where's Franklin? Gone?" Dolly asked with a yawn.

"The child is long gone."

Looking at Mrs. Knight's busy figure, Dolly suddenly felt some guilt in her heart, "Madam, don't do it,

hurry up and rest, I will do it later."

Mrs. Knight looked at her and just smiled down and softly said, "Things have been cleared up, and you

can go to the florist from today."

Yeah, it's all behind her now, she can finally go to the flower store! Thinking about it made Dolly happy,

the florist hadn't been open for a long time because of the last corset incident.

The two had a breakfast together and then went straight to the florist, whose business has returned to

its previous condition since the matter was clarified.

"Yo, these flowers are pretty, wrap a bunch for me."

"Give me a bunch of these white roses, too."

Gradually, a lot of people gathered in the flower store.

Looking at the lively scene in front of her, Dolly unconsciously hooked up a curve of excitement at the

corner of her mouth. She likes this kind of life, through their own efforts, to get everything they want,

this is as a normal woman should do.

"Boss, give me some bouquets of flowers!" Suddenly, a very delicate looking woman walked in and

yelled out.

Dolly frowned slightly and hurried towards the woman, asking politely, "Hello, ma'am, may I ask what

flowers you would like?"

"Have two bunches of red roses, two more bunches of tulips, three bunches of lilies ......" the woman

said, pointing to the florist.

Why does she want so many flowers? Looking at the noble woman in front of her, Dolly's heart was

puzzled, although it was good to sell more, but she always felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No problem." Dolly immediately snapped back to her senses and hurriedly agreed, turning around to

get busy.

Forget it, she asked for it anyway, just give her the package.

Looking at Dolly's serious look in front of her, the woman smiled, but this smile, mixed with a little

sinister.

Soon, the flower wrapping task was completed.

"Madam, your flowers." Dolly then handed her the wrapped flowers.

The woman looked very satisfied: "Well, the flowers are wrapped well."

It's good that she's satisfied, and there's some comfort in Dolly's eyes.

Soon, the woman paid the bill and left with the flowers in her arms. I don't know why, but looking at her

back, Dolly's heart was a little uneasy.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Mrs. Knight asked, patting her on the shoulder.

"Ma'am, I'm panicking." Dolly nervously covered her chest, vaguely feeling that something bad was

about to happen.

Mrs. Knight looked at the person in front of her worriedly, "Have you not rested well? If you're too tired,

go sit over there."

Dolly nodded and slowly walked into the adjacent lounge, slumped down on the sofa in the corner and

kept pressing her temples, trying to relax herself.

"How's that? Better?" A short while later, Mrs. Knight walked in with a concerned greeting.

"It's okay, I'll just take a nap." Dolly waved her hand, her expression a little tired, and Mrs. Knight took a

towel quilt and put it directly on top of her.

Lying on the couch, Dolly soon passed out.

The flower store is still bustling with activity. Most of the people who come to see the flowers and buy

them are women, so everyone is chatting away, and some customers see that Dolly is not asking about

it.

"Where's the boss? Where did he go?"

"She's not feeling well." Mrs. Knight responded.

"Oh, that's something for her to take care of ......"

"Ah!"

Before the customer could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a scream, coming from the

lounge.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Knight immediately ran in, "Dolly, what's going on?"

Dolly immediately got up and sat on the sofa, stroking her hair, trying to clear her head, her face

haggard, and replied feebly, "Nothing, ma'am, I just had a bad dream."

Mrs. Knight was relieved to hear that, she thought something was wrong.

While pouring water for her, Mrs. Knight reassured her, "It's just a bad dream, don't think too much

about it."

Dolly shook her hair out hard, then slowly stood up and walked out of the lounge.