Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 603

"Sir, it is impossible," Horace objected without any hesitation.

A new wife? Horace knew that it would be terrible for Clara if he found a new wife, so he would never betray her.

"Horace, I know you love her. I also feel so sorry for what you have gone through. However, we have no other choice since you must bear a child for the Kirkland family. Your grandpa is dead and I'm the only one who can offer you guidance. I don't want to disappoint Russell."

"Mr. Lawrence, please stop that. Let me apologize to my grandpa in heaven after I die. I will never betray Clara," dredging up the image of his grandpa, Horace helplessly closed his eyes.

"I think that the daughter of Mr. Wilson matches you well. She just came back from abroad and I have told her about you. If you change your mind, you can contact her. I'm too old to take care of you now," the old Mr. Lawrence stood up and was to leave.

Horace hurriedly stood up and escorted the old man towards the door with Clara. After he left, Clara spoke with fear.

"Horace, who's that? He looks scary," she softly patted the head of the doll, "He scared Neo."

Slightly patting Clara's head, Horace stared at her with profound love.

"He is a friend of our grandpa. It's okay. Don't be afraid," Horace comforted Clara in a tender tone.

Although what Mr. Lawrence said truly made sense, he was determined that he would never betray Clara as long as he still loved her.

Mr. Lawrence had already made a match for him without even informing him in advance, although he said that he would let Horace decide.

Horace sighed and smiled bitterly—whatever, let it go.

Then, the doorbell rang again as Mr. Lawrence just left. Frowning, Horace opened the door.

A strong scent of perfume dashed into Horace's nose as the door was open, which made his eyebrows knitted more tightly.

"Hi! I'm Vickie Wilson. I'm the daughter of…" Horace turned around and walked away before she could finish her words. Her family name reminded him of Mr. Lawrence's plan immediately and also directly told him her identity.

"Are you not interested in who my father is?" glowering at Horace, Vickie was infuriated since she had never been brushed off by someone else in this way before.

In her opinion, Horace loved lovely girls and she was exactly his type.

"I'm not." Helping Clara take her medication, Horace did not cast a look at Vickie. At first, Clara did not cooperate and even knocked off the glass in Horace's hand.

Playing it by ear, Vickie hurriedly ducked down to help Horace pick up the broken shards and then pretended to be hurt by the glass. Horace only threw her a glance.

"There is tissue on the table. Please leave as soon as possible after you take care of your wound." Then, Horace got another glass of water for Clara and continued to help her with her medication.

Vickie realized that a cutie was not Horace's type, so she changed the style of her behavior.

Living abroad for a long time, Vickie had met so many different types of people and had already been a master of improvisation, which was why she knew how to change her personality according to the needs and preference of different people so well.

"Since you don't like me, I'll leave now. We'll meet another time." Her tone tinged with disappointment and sorrow. She then left