Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 230

"Quarrel?" Clara didn't understand what Horace meant. Was he going to talk about it now?

"Well, at that time, I wanted to give each other some time and space so that we could calm down first, so I agreed to go abroad for a meeting. But I regretted it as soon as I got on the plane. How could I leave you alone at home?

"I should've been there for you. Clara, I admit that when I saw you wearing those clothes, I would think of Laura. Because of this, I don't like you to wear clothes that are not suitable for you at all."

"Laura is already in the past for me. I don't want her shadow to appear in the lives of the two of us. What I like is the original Clara, and I don't like you because you have someone's shadow on you. Clara, do you understand these things?"

Hearing Horace's explanation, Clara was moved. She hated herself for not believing in Horace at that time. How could she doubt Horace's feelings for him just because of a few words of others?

"I'm sorry... Horace... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to quarrel with you at that time... I'm... I..." Clara apologized incoherently.

"It's okay. You don't have to say it. I understand."

Clara's tears dropped even more when she heard Horace's words of comfort. She was caught up in an unreasoning emotion at that time. She started a quarrel with Horace just because of some unimportant words.

Looking at Clara, who couldn't stop crying, Horace sighed softly and kissed her eyes tenderly, wiping away her tears.

Feeling that Horace's kiss fell gently on her eyes like a feather, Clara unconsciously wrapped her arms around Horace's waist.

As the kiss went on, those bitter tears flowed through Horace's lips into his heart. There was a slight pain in his heart, but it made his heart softer.

Finally, Horace kissed Clara's lips. His slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth, forcefully exploring every corner, a bit greedily taking in the scent that belonged to her. Horace released his longing for Clara these past few days to his heart's content.

Unlike her usual shyness, Clara also responded to Horace with great enthusiasm, as if she was about to pour all the grievances and fear she had recently suffered into this kiss.

As the heat of love increased, the two of them became more and more intimate, and they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. Horace's hand passed through Clara's pajamas and rubbed her waist again and again. Then he slowly raised his hand and covered her soft breasts...

The slight coldness coming from Horace's hands made Clara couldn't help but moan and hug him more tightly...

He reluctantly left Clara's lips and chuckled.

Clara looked at Horace with blurred eyes, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly stopped.

"Clara," Horace whispered into her ear. "I haven't taken a shower yet, and your foot is injured." When he said the last sentence, there was obvious annoyance in his tone.

Hearing Horace's words, Clara felt that her head exploded in an instant, and her consciousness suddenly became much clearer. She had taken the initiative just now... Clara felt that her face was about to burn.

He steadied his body, which had become a little weak because of her feelings just now, and pushed Horace away. "Go and take a shower!"

"Oh." Horace's eyes were filled with a mocking smile. "You're in such a hurry? Do you want to take a shower with me?"

"Horace! You..." Every time she saw Horace like this, Clara didn't know how to deal with it. He looked so sedate outside, but why did he treat her like a hooligan when he went home?

"Alright, I'm going to take a shower." Seeing how embarrassed Clara was, Horace stopped teasing her. He bent down and carried her to the bed. He then left a kiss on Clara's forehead before turning around and leaving the bedroom with a smile.

Just as he walked to the door, Horace turned around and said to Clara, "Madam, please wait patiently. I will be back soon."