Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 2

In the café.

"Bitch, who do you think you are? I've heard about your past. Damn it, that dating agency dared to match you with me."

"If you were not pretty, no one would care for you. I'm just screwing around with you."

He raised his voice. People around started to look at them strangely.

Clara's face turned pale. She didn't expect too much from him. But she didn't expect that he was a pervert and knew about her past.

She opened her mouth and wanted to retort. But she was unable to refute.

She was engulfed by the nightmare two years ago. That night was full of darkness, pain and shame. She couldn't escape from the abyss.

No one would believe her, no matter how hard she tried to explain.

When Clara zoned out, the security guard had already asked the pervert to leave politely but toughly. The café was silent again.

Clara awkwardly expressed her thanks to Horace Kirkland who was sitting not far from her. It was Horace who asked the security guard to drive that man away and removed her embarrassment.

"I just don't like noises." Horace's voice was deep, velvety but cold.

"Mr. Kirkland, Miss Barnett said she was stuck in traffic. She might be five minutes late." A young assistant hurriedly walked in and whispered to Horace.

"Tell her that don't bother to come." Horace's eyes still fixed on Clara by the window. "I don't like intractable women." He said coldly.

"But…what about Mr. Russell Kirkland…" The assistant looked awkward.

Horace turned to Clara, as if he didn't hear the young man.

"Miss, would you marry me?"

Clara came to her senses after hearing the deep and pleasant voice. She didn't see clearly Horace's face before. He was extremely handsome, with dark brows and bright eyes. He looked like an elaborately carved statue. No one could find any flaws on his face.

He was in plain white shirt. Perfectly tailored, the white shirt flattered his tall and graceful figure.

Though he was on a wheelchair, he looked elegant and imposing.

Clara was puzzled for a moment until he spoke again. "What?" she asked.

"Aren't you hurried to get married?"