Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 221

The sound of the coded lock of the door came from outside. Clara knew that it was Horace who had come back late.

She didn't go up to him with a smile and said, "You're back." as usual. She bit her lower lip and still sat on the sofa, her body trembling slightly.

When Horace opened the door, he saw that the light in the room was off, so he thought there was no one in the house. He turned on the light and went to the living room, only to find Clara sitting on the sofa with her knees bent.

"What's wrong?" Horace obviously noticed that Clara seemed to be in a very low mood today.

However, Clara didn't look at him or answer him. She lowered her head as if she didn't hear his words.

Thinking that maybe it was because something went wrong with her at work, Horace, who was about to comfort Clara, found that she was still wearing the clothes she bought yesterday.

Before he could say anything to comfort her, Horace frowned. "Why are you still wearing this kind of clothes? This style is really not suitable for you. Try something else when you're shopping next time/"

Hearing Horace's words, the anger and grievance in Clara's heart finally could not be suppressed.

The tears that she had been holding back all this time finally fell down her cheeks and then on the sofa. Suddenly, there was a water stain on the leather sofa.

Clara turned her head to look at Horace. Her eyes were full of anger and stubbornness as if there was a fire burning in them.

"Not suitable for me?" Suppressing her voice, Clara said with rare sarcasm, "Who do you think is suitable? Laura?"

Hearing Laura's name, Horace's eyes flickered slightly. He did not answer Clara's question. Instead, he asked, "What happened to you today?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away Clara's tears.

"Are those clothes what Laura likes?" Pushing Horace's hand away, Clara suddenly stood up from the sofa and looked emotionally. "That's why you said it's not suitable for me!"

"What's going on?" Horace couldn't understand why Clara was suddenly so emotional. He was also a bit irritated and couldn't help but become serious.

"You still like Laura, don't you?" Clara stared into Horace's eyes and asked.

Hearing this, Horace's eyes dimmed. After a moment of silence, he looked seriously into Clara's eyes. "That was past. You are the one I love now."

"Then why don't you like me wearing clothes like this? Isn't it because I look like her in this way?"

It turned out that it was because of the clothes. Horace patiently coaxed Clara. "If you like to wear those clothes, I won't say anything more in the future. That's all my fault, okay?"

Hearing Horace's words, Clara was angry instead of pleased. "Horace, do you think I'm talking about clothes? You didn't forget Laura at all. You always have her in your heart, don't you?"

Seeing that Clara was a little persistent, Horace pursed his lips tightly and stared at Clara. He did not say anything more.

Horace had never seen such a rude and unreasonable Clara. In his impression, she had always been gentle and considerate, so he did not know how to deal with her for a while.

Moreover, Horace was usually such a proud person. It was the first time in his life that someone had pointed at his nose and questioned him in such a way. It was also under the circumstances that he thought he was right. His self-esteem did not allow him to yield again and again.

Following Horace's silence, the surroundings descended into suffocating silence.

Hum...Hum...

At this moment, his phone vibrated. Horace glanced at his phone. It was Isaac.