Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 69

Clara was thinking about the past and she was a little stunned for a while. She didn't notice that Horace was looking at her with complex expression.

Was she doing this because of what she owed Darren back then?

Horace didn't know how to express his feeling.

Did he show up too late in her life?

The Clara he knew is an independent woman who had been used to deal with everything on her own.

But he didn't know that she used to be just an ordinary student, tortured by the burden of family poverty and the shame of her life. She couldn't even lift her head up back then.

But Darren met her at that time and gave her love and support secretly for the first time.

Horace suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Clara's.

Clara was startled by the warm touch on her hand and looked up at Horace, "Horace, what's wrong with you?"

Horace looked at her with a complex expression, and just whispered, "Nothing. I am just thinking, that I wish I could meet you earlier."

Even if he can't meet her in collage. It could help a lot if he could meet her and save her two years ago when she was at her bottom.

Clara was stunned by Horace's abrupt words, and nodded confusedly, thinking that Horace was still angry. So, she added, "Horace, don't be angry. If what happened yesterday happens to us again, I will definitely rush over and protect you like I did."

When Clara said this, she thought that Horace was still angry, and said it casually since she didn't have any other options

She never expected that such a simple sentence would make Horace stunned.

The next second, his previous angry mood suddenly cheered up.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help bursting into a smile. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Clara, "What you said is true?"

Clara hurriedly nodded her head like crazy.

Looking at the sparkling eyes of the girl before him, Horace couldn't believe that his mood would shift from angry to joy.

Damn.

Was his mood so easily manipulated by this little lady like Clara?

He tried to keep his calm expression. After carefully feeding Clara the chicken soup, he was about to leave, "I'm going back to the company. You can rest in the ward."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but Clara suddenly grabbed the corner of her shirt.

Horace froze for a moment, then turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Well... I don't want to be hospitalized." Clara looked at him pitifully. "I always hate being in hospital. Look at me. I'm so injured. There's no need to stay here. Can I go home?"

Horace frowned, "It's better to be hospitalized. What if your wound gets infected? What if that person smeared some bacteria or virus on the dagger?"

Clara was stunned.

That man was just an ordinary worker. How could he be so despicable?

She knew that Horace could be persuaded by reason and playing soft to him. She continued to pretend to be pitiful and begged him, "Horace, I'm really fine. With you around, even if I get infected, you can call a doctor for me right away, can't you?"

As expected, Clara noticed Horace's brows relaxed. She quickly said again, "And look, the medical resources was so tense now. I am quite okay now. It's inhumane for me to take a ward."

Horace looked at the little lady in front of him trying everything to persuade him. He finally agreed, "Okay, I'll take you home first, and I will go to the company then."

Clara cheered secretly, watching Horace let Isaac go to deal with the discharge procedures for her. Then she soon sat in Horace's black Bentley.

On the way home, Clara suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Horace, the man who stab me, what happened to him then?"