Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 6

Clara thought of Horace's look just now. Did he want to…?

"You left something." Horace added, since Clara didn't reply.

She hesitated for a while, finally came to the door and crack opened it.

Soon, Horace stretched his hand in, with a soft and white towel.

"Weren't you looking for it?" Horace said with a grin. Clara blushed with shame.

"Thanks." Clara instantly took it and shut the door. She was shameful for her thought.

She dried off and dressed for bed. When she came out, Horace was ready sitting on bed in his navy-blue silk pajamas. He was busy typing on the laptop.

It suddenly struck her that what if he asked to have sex…

What should she do?

To her relief. Horace remained very indifferent. He seemed to show no interest in her.

Plus, the bed is big with two pillows and two quilts. Clara was almost half a meter away from Horace after lying down.

"Have you finished?" Horace asked, but his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yes." said Clara. She casted a curious look at Horace.

"Do you want to sleep?" Horace looked back.

"OK."

Horace soon turned off the light.

When it turned dark, Clara became a little nervous.

She didn't know why Horace married her, so she wasn't sure if he was going to have sex with her.

When she heard his steady breath, she started to relax a bit and fell into sleep.

Next morning.

When Clara got up, Horace wasn't there.

Martha greeted her when she walked downstairs.

"Morning, lady. Breakfast is ready."

"OK, thank you."

Horace was already at the table. He was holding a cup while reading the newspaper.

Clara said hi and sat down to eat.

After the breakfast, Horace folded the newspaper and said, "Let me drive you to work."

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll hail a taxi or take the subway."

"It's far from the subway station. And you won't see a taxi here."

She noticed it yesterday when she moved here. People lived in this community all drove themselves. They didn't need to take taxi nor subway.

Clara glanced at her watch. Since it wasn't early, she said, "Sorry to bother you. Can you give me a lift to the subway station on the way?"

Horace looked at her, which made her nervous. But he finally nodded yes.

There was already a black Bentley parking outside when they got to the door.

The young man standing by the car introduce himself as Isaac Duncan, Horace's special assistant.

Isaac opened the car door. When Clara was wondering how Horace should get in the car, she saw a metallic plate coming out of the car. Horace easily got in on the wheel chair.

When she got in, she found that the car had been modified. There was a special seat for Horace's wheelchair.

The car parked by the subway station. Horace frowned at the chaotic environment outside. "It was too inconvenient. It you don't want take my car, I can prepare another one for you."

Clara was surprised for a bit. "No, no. It's not necessary." Added she immediately.

She knew it meant nothing to Horace, but she didn't want to owe him.

Horace looked sullen at Clara's decisive rejection. Soon he said, "I don't usually stay in the villa. How do you go to work on your own? "

Clara had thought about this. She took out her phone and shook it. "There's still Uber. It is very convenient. I'm going to be late. Bye."

Then she got of the car.