Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 43

When Horace and Clara finally settled down to have dinner, Horace received several calls from his colleagues. Horace had put his work away to help Clara, for which Clara was quite grateful, but she also knew it was time for him to leave, so she said, "Horace, I will take care of mom. You just go back to work."

Horace looked at Clara, who was eating so hurriedly that there was a bit of sauce left on the corner of her mouth, and he wiped it off for her, saying softly, "Ok, I'll take my leave then. I will be back tomorrow and don't hesitate to call me when you need help."

Clara nodded but Horace didn't move at all. Clara frowned and asked, "You are not going to work?" Staring at Clara indulgently, Horace unconsciously licked on the finger which was stained with the sauce wiped off from Clara's mouth, and only after a few minutes did he begin to speak, "Oh, I am just thinking whether you take what I said seriously."

However, Clara had been utter stunned at Horace's unconscious action thus ignoring his words completely. How can he lick on the soy sauce? The sauce had been on the corner of her mouth minutes before! Didn't he think this was too intimate? It should be a sign of bad hygiene if it was done by others, but once it was Horace, it turned out to be kind of sexy with his long finger, handsome face, and thin lips.

"What? What did you say?" Feeling her face burnt, Clara took her eyes off him and asked confusedly.

"I'm wondering whether you'll ask me for help if you are in trouble," Horace repeated. But Clara trying to avoid eye contact annoyed him a bit, so he forced her to look into his eyes by holding her face and said seriously, "Clara, I hope you really take me as your husband."

Husband? Staring into his dark eyes, Clara suddenly lost her words. But soon, she answered, "Of course. From now on if I need help, I'll call you first. I promise"

Her answer satisfied Horace. He smiled and said, "Ok." Then, he let go of her and was about to leave. When he reached the door of the ward, Clara stopped him suddenly. "Horace!" He tilted his head and saw Clara was looking at him with her face blushing. "Horace, thanks a lot for your help."

Though the words were plain, Horace's heart was filled with happiness and he said, "You're welcome."

The night fell and Clara slept in the ward to watch over her mom. Fortunately, Horace had already changed a private ward for her mom, so she could sleep on the camp bed, which made the watch over much easier.

The next day, Clara was woken up by a fit of coughing. Even though she was not fully awake, she knew it was her mom who finally regained consciousness after all these years.

"Mom!" Clara dashed to her mom and asked excitedly, "How do you feel? Do you feel better? Do I need to call the doctors?"

"I am fine." Though Helena Selman still looked pale, she managed to reach out and stroke Clara's hair lovingly, her eyes glistening with tears. "Clara, oh, my dear Clara. I miss you so much…I miss you so much."

Clara burst into tears and she nodded madly, choked with sobs. "Mom, you know…you know you sleep for two years. It's just so long…so long for me."