Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 100

"Hottie, the way you squat is so provocative. Who are you trying to seduce?"

Clara's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw a man with a dazzling shirt who looked like a jerk. He was squinting at her, his eyes overflowing with desire.

Clara couldn't pay more attention to her phone. She stood up with a stagger, and turned around, wanting to leave.

Yet the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Where are you going, hottie? Your phone is still in my hand."

Clara felt like throwing up when the man touched her body.

She started to tremble, her body turning hot. The guy was a player, he immediately knew that Clara was drugged. He got excited and asked, "Hottie, someone drugged you? You must be suffering now. Let me help."

As he spoke, he reached out to Clara's waist.

Clara screamed in fear.

No!

Hell no!

She didn't want one more experience of the nasty thing that happened two years ago.

Thinking of this, she pushed the man yet to no avail. The man was too strong. He was reaching out to her breasts.

She was about to collapse yet suddenly she heard a sound.

Something was smashed over from afar.

The next second, she heard it crash on the man's head. And the man's disgusting smile disappeared. Blood ran down her face.

All happened in a second. Clara didn't even realize what was going on. The man had fallen to the ground, beside him was the debris of a vase stained with blood.

Clara looked up in a panic and saw a tall figure at the end of the corridor whose hand was in front of his body for he had just thrown something.

At one glance, Clara recognized the person. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

It was Horace.

He came to save her.

Before she cooled it, Horace strode over.

Yes, striding, not in a wheelchair. He strode to her in a place full of people.

Soon, Horace stopped beside Clara, his handsome face a bit pale. He embraced Clara and looked into her teary eyes, whispering, "Clara, are you alright?"

Only then did Clara come back to her sense. She looked at Horace, who was standing in front of her, and asked in a flustered low voice, "Horace, where… where is your wheelchair?"

They were at a bar crowded with people. If anyone recognized him and told Sean, all the years he had pretended to be a cripple would be a waste.

As she spoke, she saw Isaac running over anxiously from the end of the corridor with the wheelchair. Horace was too fast, and Isaac failed to catch up with him.

Unlike Clara, who was in a panic, Horace was not in the mood to pay attention to this. He noticed Clara's unnatural blush and could feel that her temperature was higher than usual. "Are you drugged?" He asked.