Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 56

When they were talking, Horace controlled his wheelchair to slide slowly onto the dance floor along with the rhythm of the music.

Clara was in his arms, dancing under the bright lights with him. The bystanders were stunned by this scene.

Clara was surprised.

She looked at Horace's handsome face in front of her, which was perfect and flawless. His eyes and brows looked soft with a smile instead of indifference on normal days, which made him look more charming like a diamond.

Such a handsome man…

Such a handsome man was her husband…

Horace's wheelchair moved slowly, which shocked people. Even Ashlee, who was eye-catching in the middle of the dance floor, couldn't help stopping at this time.

"Dancing in a wheelchair?" She was surprised. But soon, she turned to be jealous and sarcastic. "Disability is disability. It's pathetic."

Ashlee wanted to laugh at them. But looking at Horace's handsome face and their beautiful posture, she suddenly felt that her sarcasm was powerless.

Other bystanders around her changed from shock to envy.

"My God, I know for the first time that one can be so charming just sitting in a wheelchair?"

"I envy Clara. Her husband loves her so much, who is so romantic and excellent."

"He deserves to be the second young master." Among them, some older ones thought about the accident that year and sighed, "What a great young man that year! If there wasn't the kidnapping, eh?"

Clara, who was sitting on Horace's lap, noticed what the people around her were talking about. Since she didn't hear clearly, she couldn't help looking up.

However, Horace suddenly stopped her by pinching her chin.

"Do you care what they say?" Horace understood Clara.

Clara smiled a bit awkwardly.

"Ignore them," Horace whispered, loosening his hand and turning it into a gentle touch. "You just need to enjoy the moment."

Horace's voice was deeper than usual as if it had magic. Seemed to be bewitched, Clara nodded and put her hand around his neck, sliding slowly with him on the dance floor.

Seeing how cooperative Clara was, Horace's lips were slightly raised.

Meanwhile, at the top of the stairs, the second floor.

Standing straight, Russell was looking at the dance floor with a condescending manner.

He was slightly moved by watching Clara who smiled brightly and Horace with a faint smile dancing on the dance floor.

How long hadn't he seen Horace smile like this?

"Master." At this time, a white-haired butler came up, "It's almost time. Is it time to see off the guests and arrange for young masters and ladies to accommodate here?"

"Yes, it's time." Russell looked back up and nodded, "By the way, call that girl Clara to my study."

After saying that, Russell turned to the study.

The dance soon ended. In the end, the person who sought the limelight was not Ashlee who was the nominal protagonist, but Clara who sat on Horace's lap all night.