Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Don't Want Him to Think of Me Like That

Clara soon flushed scarlet.

Horace was obviously talking about her.

He had been like a half-stranges to her, so of course any intimacies with him still made her blush.

Meanwhile, Darren immediately gave Clara a cocky look as he heard what Horace had said.

He had expected her to feel uncomfortable at hearing the nice things Horace had said about his wife, only to find her lowering her head, face flushed, and taking notes awkwardly.

Darren frowned and continued to asked, “So an innocent and nice woman like auntie is really your type, right, Uncle?"

Horace gave him a faint smile, without denying.

Darren wouldn't give up and continued, “Sure, who wouldn't fall for a woman who is angelically nice and pure, unlike those who play the field and date you because of your money.

Beware of such a wornan: Clara, who had been bashful about Horace's words, frowned at Darren's remark.

tt was a plain sideswipe at her.

Ever since they had met each other again, Darren had always been talking to her like that, but somehow, she felt irritated by how he described her in front of Horace.

‘what does that supposed to mean, Darren?” Enough with the tolerance for Darren, she looked right up at him, and asked him bluntly.

Darren sniffed.

“So, finally snap, huh, Clara?” Actually, Clara herself had no idea why she was somad.

Maybe it was just because she didn't want Horace to have any misunderstandings about her.

She didnt want the man who had told her that he trusted her to think of her as a gold-digger too.

“I just think you should be responsible for what you say, said Clara curtly.

“Responsible? Huh” Darren sniffed and stopped bothering himself to be implicit, "You don't really think you can keep up with your acts as a pure angel in front of my uncle, right? Well, let me tell you, I have already shown him those filthy pictures of you, so are you still—* “Enough!” Horace cut him off sharply.

Clara's face turned ashy.

What? Horace had seen those pictures? Seeing her pale face, Darren felt in his heart a twitch, but also whoops.

“So, you are not actually trying to put on this act in front of my uncle, are you?’ Darren laughed cruelly.

“About your marriage, don't tell me you didn't even—* “Darren, I said enough; Horace repeated, in a warning tone.

Darren's face paled.

He turned to him.

But Horace, who was staring at the pale Clara, didn't look at him.

“Uncle, I-"

Without relenting, Darren intended to say something, when suddenly, Horace rested his eyes upon him.

How creeping those looks were! As sharp as a blade, sending a chill down his spine with only one took.

“Darren Kirkland, Horace called his full name in a slow and deep voice, sounding formidable, “Don't push it” Darren's face paled while he felt reluctant to admit the fear deep down, "Uncle, no matter what, we are family.

she is just a stranger—"