In an instant, Horace pressed himself down onto her. His sturdy body was so close to Clara, and the musk of a mature man wrapped her up.
"Horace, get off..."
Clara intended to cry out for help, but her words were all smothered by Horace's lips.
He was gentle but possessive, and for sure he wanted to punish her by doing this. Clara had nowhere to escape and she felt herself sinking into a dark hole...
No! please don't...
Such a feeling reminded her of what happened two years ago. Suddenly, she was shivering with fear and tears rolled down her face.
Horace seemed to have noticed the woman's trembling under him. He looked up and suddenly froze when he saw her tears.
He stopped the invasion. He put his hands on both sides of Clara, bowed his head, and said in a low voice, "Clara, are you afraid of me?"
Clara put her hands around her smooth shoulders, shivering, and she could not say anything at this moment.
In an instant, Horace felt as if ice water had poured all over his body, and his lust was dispelled all of a sudden.
He let go of the woman under him. Seeing her pale face and the twinkling tears in her eyes, Horace suddenly felt a pang in his heart.
God damn!
What the hell did he just do?!
"Clara." He opened his mouth again, with his voice softened a little, and he stretched out his hand to help her up. But what he did not expect was that as his hands touched her, she immediately hid away as if there was an electric shock on the tips of his fingers.
This instinctive action from her made Horace hurt as well as agitated.
"Just… have some rest, please." He didn't know what to say at this time. After leaving these words, Horace turned away and left the room.
After Horace left, Clara lay in bed for a long time before she managed to get up.
It had been two years.
She thought she had already gotten out of the darkness from two years ago, yet what she could not expect is that once a man approached her, it still brought her back to that hell of a night.
Horace didn't come back to her room the whole night.
The next morning, Clara dawdles downstairs. She was struggling with the fact that she had to confront Horace at breakfast. In the dining room, Martha told her that Horace went abroad in the middle of the night.
Clara was stunned.
It seemed that Horace also felt uncomfortable seeing her so he hid away.
Clara couldn't figure out Horace's attitude towards her last night.
Of course, she would not dare to think that Horace had any feelings for her. In her opinion, it was just an act to show the sovereignty of a man over a woman.
What he was mad at was her confusing relationship with Darren, and this made him possessive of his wife.
But thinking about his legs, Clara sighed and stopped all that mind wondering. She finished her breakfast quietly and went to the company.
As soon as she arrived at the company, Clara saw that the whole team of the magazine was chaotic. She asked one of the employees and learned that the media company in Queensvale, which was supposed to work with them, had shut down, resulting in the collapse of their bilateral collaboration that had been planned for more than half a year.
Qeensvale?
Wasn't that the magazine where Mr. Muller worked as a chief editor?
Clara quickly checked this on the Internet, and she was really surprised.
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