Clara had seen this necklace many times. And every time, Horace held it like a treasure in his hand, as if he was drowned in his thought, fascinated by the necklace.
Clara stopped the word that she was about to utter, and just looked at Horace quietly.
Under the moonlight, the expression on Horace's face now was completely different from who he used to be.
With a bit of nostalgia, mixed with some similar feelings like regret and helplessness.
Out of no reason, Clara felt as if there's a little hedgehog rolling on her chest, choking her up.
At this point, Horace seemed to notice Clara's approach and turned around.
"Have you finished washing?" In the blink of an eye, his face returned to his coldness in usual days. And the necklace was put back in his palm.
"Yeah." Clara calmed herself down as fast as she could, "You can go and wash."
"Okay."
Horace nodded and walked back to the room.
He didn't rush to the bathroom, but walked to the desk, carefully put the necklace in his hand into the first drawer, and then walked into the bathroom with the bath towel.
Clara stayed in the room and heard the sound of watering in the bathroom. Her eyes couldn't help but fixed on the desk.
She couldn't help being curious.
What was the origin of that necklace? Why did Horace look so sad every time he looked at that necklace?
Clara didn't know what happened to her before. She's never been a very curious person, but at this moment, she just felt as if there's an invisible hand pushing her at her back, pushing her step by step to the desk.
Just take a look...
There should be no problem?
After Clara confirmed that Horace was still bathing inside, she then held her breath and gently opened Horace's drawer.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. The necklace was like a thorn in her side, bugging her non-stop.
Even when she was with Darren, she had never felt this way.
The drawer wasn't locked, and it was quickly opened. Clara saw that there were several documents inside. Upon the documents, there were a few photos, and the necklace.
Clara took out the necklace first and placed it carefully in the palm of her hand.
It was a very beautiful necklace. Although the crystal wasn't as gorgeous as diamonds, it has a clear and simple atmosphere. She could tell from the knife work that this would not be cheap.
Clara flipped the necklace over and was stunned when she saw the back.
The front of this necklace was engraved to the shape of heart. But on the back, there's a letter engraved on it.
Different from the exquisite crafting of the necklace, the letter was obviously carved by a layman. It was quite unsmooth, but still recognizable: the letter "L".
L…
In Clara's mind, she suddenly recalled what Russell Kirkland said to her back in the mansion—
"It's been ten years. Since Laura died, I thought Horace would never love anyone again."
Or maybe this necklace belonged to the woman named Laura?
"Who is Laura? Was she Horace's ex-girlfriend? And where is she now?"
Driven by curiosity, Clara couldn't help but took out the photos from the drawer.
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