Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 You Are a Fan of Tight Fit? Isaac's face pated.

“That's not what I mean, Mr.

Kirkland” Brushing him off, Horace wheeled himself out of the warehouse.

When he got home, Clara was coming out from a shower in a towel.

She was shocked to see Horace coming into the room.

“Ah—‘ Clara gave off a muted cry, and rushed back into the bathroom.

But Horace said casually, ‘There's no need to hide.

I have seen it anyway” Clara froze.

Although nothing ended up happening that night, Horace had indeed seen everything about her.

Clara's face was buming.

But feeting embarrassed to look coy, she walked out awkwardly and soon put on a gown before she ripped off the towel.

Horace watched Clara, whose body was still wet, with drops dripping down her shapely neck, her face flushed from the stuffiness in the bathroom, as yummy as a peach.

Horace gave a cough and then turned his eyes away.

He knew that she had slept with another man before, but his body responded by instinct every time he saw hers.

Damn it, he used to be such a compulsive freak for cleanness and purity.

But when it came to Clara, she seemed to be an exception.

Clara soon burrowed into the bed after putting on her pajama.

She turned to him and said, “Aren't you gonna shower?"

Horace soon came to himself and nodded.

He tose from the wheelchair and entered the bathroom.

Clara then realized why there weren't any one around him to take care of him, because he didnt need them at all.

And if anything, they would have been another pair of eyes on him, which wouldve caused him more trouble.

The sound of splashing water soon came out form the bathroom.

Clara was about to check her phone when the sound from the bathroom stopped and then Horace called her.

“Clara?” Horace's voice was very attractive.

It was deep and a little husky, so her heart skipped a beat every time he called her name.

"Yes?"

She soon got up from the bed.

“forgot my underwear? Horace continued to say, “Could you get it for me?* Clara froze with her face blushing.

Got his underwear? That was a very personal item...

“Are you in the middle of something? Without hearing back from Clara, Horace asked, “Then I will just go out, is it OK?"

Clara pictured how hot he'd loak like coming out of the shower, she then jumped off the bed.

“No, Iwill get it for you.

Where is i1?* Inside the bathroam, Horace stood by the door, smiling slightly, and said in a low voice, ‘In the bottom drawer of the closet” Clara opened the drawer and saw all the designer underpants in it.

She closed her eyes and fumbled around before she gat one.

She then came to the door of the bathroom and knocked.

She expected Horace to open only a crack for her to slip it in, only to find that him had the door wide open.

The steam came out of the bathroom, and there emerged a hot and steamy man before Clara.

Although there had been some intimate contacts between them but it was first the time Clara had ever seen Horace naked.

His shoulders were broad, breasts sturdy, abs perfectly shaped and as white as marble, with two distinct mermaid lines running down the area covered by the towel...