Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 229

Upon hearing Logan's words, the corners of Laura's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Brother, I miss you so much..." She turned around and hugged Logan tightly. Laura acted like a spoiled child just like before, just like she had never left for so many years.

After returning home, Horace put Clara on the sofa, then turned around, walked into the room, and took out a medicine box.

Horace took over the alcohol with a cotton stick and carefully disinfected Clara's wound.

"Err." The alcohol rubbed against her wound, and Clara felt as if she had been bitten by a bee. She couldn't help but pull back her foot.

He used a little strength to fix Clara's ankle. Horace looked up at her and said, "Almost there, don't move. Can't let the wound be infected." His tone was gentle, and his eyes were full of love and worries.

Looking down at Horace, who was treating her wound, Clara thought of the scene in the cemetery where he protected Laura in his arms. She did not know whether she should be happy or sad.

After wrapping the wound with bandages, Horace closed the first aid kit and placed it on the tea table beside him. He got up and sat down beside Clara.

"Clara, let's have a talk." Horace stared at Clara seriously. "There are some things that I want to make clear to you. I..."

"I'm thirsty. I want to drink some water." Clara suddenly interrupted Horace. After that, she wanted to get up and go to the kitchen.

"I'll get it. Don't move." Having stopped Clara who was about to get up, Horace went to the kitchen to pick up a cup of warm water for her.

Taking the cup, Clara looked down at the water in the cup and drank it little by little.

"Clara, we..." After seeing Clara slowly finish a glass of water, Horace spoke again.

However, Clara interrupted him again. "Horace, I want to take a shower first. I was surrounded by them just now and was covered in sweat. It's uncomfortable."

Horace looked at Clara suspiciously and replied, "Okay, it's not convenient for you to take a shower. I'll help you."

"There's no need!" Clara quickly refused. "I... I'll be careful myself. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Let's go." Ignoring Clara's words, Horace bent down and wanted to pick her up.

"You don't have to help me," Pulling down Horace's outstretched hands, Clara looked at him with a firm attitude. "I can do it myself."

"I'll carry you to the bathroom." Seeing that Clara insisted, Horace had no choice but to agree.

"Okay."

After carrying Clara to the bathroom, Horace moved a bench over with his feet and let Clara sit on it. "Can you really do it yourself?" He was really worried about her being alone, so he confirmed it again.

"Yes." Clara lowered her head in response. After adjusting the temperature to the proper temperature, she turned around and left the bathroom.

After seeing the bathroom door close, Clara breathed a sigh of relief. His stiff body also relaxed. He looked at his feet wrapped in bandages in a daze, and there was no movement for a long time.

Closing the bathroom door, Horace looked in the direction of the bathroom with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Just like that, the two of them were separated by a door, thinking about their own matters.