Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 67

Clara's heart almost stopped for a second.

Was Darren doing this intentionally? Why did he talk so detailed about it? Wasn't he afraid that Horace will misunderstand it?

Clara looked at Horace nervously, trying to see his reaction, but Horace's eyes were like bottomless lakes. She couldn't identify any emotion at all.

Clara.

"She was doing this to protect me."

Horace's breathing became slightly heavier.

Darren's words were like a provocation. Horace had always felt it's a waste of time to pay attention to such words. But this time, he had to admit, that Darren succeeded.

The wound on Clara's arm became even more dazzling at this time. He took a few deep breaths secretly before suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Really?" When he spoke again, his tone was still unhurried, "Clara is a qualified aunt. After all, it makes sense for her to take good care of her nephew."

With simple words, Darren's face suddenly turned pale.

"However." Horace said slowly and glanced at Clara who was lying nervously on the bed, "I hope she won't be so impulsive in the future."

Clara's heart fluttered for no reason because of his glance. She couldn't think carefully about the meaning of Horace's words at all. She could just nod casually.

Darren's expression became more and more awkward.

"Well." The other two didn't speak, and Horace spoke again. "Darren, thank you for sending Clara to the hospital. I will let Isaac pay you back the medical fees and other expenses."

Darren gritted his teeth and finally said, "Uncle, we don't have to do this."

"How can it be?" Horace said lightly, "My wife Clara doesn't like to owe anything to other people."

His wife Clara.

Other people.

Darren only felt as if there's a monster in his chest roaring again.

But seeing Clara lying weakly on the bed, he still held back the fury.

On the other side, Clara was relieved when she heard Horace's words.

In fact, when Darren went to pay the medical fees, she had already been bothered by this behavior. She could owe anyone money, but she just didn't want to owe Darren anything.

In comparison, she would rather let Horace pay for the medical bills. She had owed Horace tons of money anyway. Things couldn't go any worse.

"Okay." Darren took a deep breath and said coldly, "Then I won't disturb you, dear uncle and aunt. I'll go back first."

Obviously satisfied with Darren's "attitude", Horace nodded and sent Darren out of the ward.

Seeing Darren leaving, Clara was first relieved.

But before she could completely relax, she saw Horace slowly turning the wheelchair to her, with a cold expression on his face. He whispered, "Clara, is there anything you want to explain to me?"

It made the hairs on the back of Clara's neck stood up.

"I... My arm hurts..." Clara really didn't have the courage to face the intimidating Horace. So, she could only try her best to divert his attention using an extremely clumsy attempt. She pretended to be pitiful at the same time.

Clara originally thought that her pretending skills were so bad that Horace would definitely expose her. But she didn't expect that he would get close to her concernedly, with his handsome eyebrows knitted together. He was stroking her bandaged arm, while whispering, "The wound, does it hurt? Is it infected? You want to call a doctor to examine it?"

Darren's voice was still low and cold. But she could feel the concern in his tone.