Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 77

Clara could tell at a glance that Horace was probably someone who had never done housework before.

He was a bit clumsy for the simple tasks of collecting garbage and washing cups, and his expensive shirts were splashed with water.

"That..." Clara couldn't help but say, "Do you need help?"

"No." Horace muffled his throat and stubbornly wiped the table.

Clara looked at his clumsy hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

However, she had to admit that although he was not good at it, Horace's perfect physique and handsome face still look quite pleasing to the eye when he was doing housework.

Clara looked at Horace in front of her, and originally felt a little sweet feeling in her heart, but suddenly, she thought of something, and her eyes darkened.

She thought about why she hurried home.

It was because of a necklace of Horace's.

It's because her heart was already a little chaotic.

She quickly avoided her gaze, forcing herself not to see him again.

She said to herself, "Clara, you can't look at him anymore, no matter how many times you looked at him, such an excellent man will never be yours."

Horace was packing things, and a weak voice suddenly sounded in the room next to him, "Clara, is there a guest at home?"

Clara was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that Helena, who was resting, was disturbed by them.

Afraid that Helena saw Horace standing up, she quickly walked into the room.

"Mom, did we wake you up?" She walked over and saw Helena sitting up, "I've already requested someone to buy food, you can eat it after a while."

Hearing the noise outside, Helena frowned, "Who is here?"

Clara looked embarrassed, "It's Horace."

"Your husband?" Helena's expression suddenly became complicated. "He came to see you? What is he doing outside?"

Clara didn't know how to answer, so she could only whisper, "He's cleaning the room for me."

This time, Helena was stunned.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and finally, she whispered, "Forget it, you just have to figure some things out yourself."

Of course, Clara understood what Helena was talking about, walked over, held her hand gently, and whispered, "Mom, don't worry. I will control myself."

This promise was not only for Helena but also for herself.

She couldn't let herself really fall in love with Horace.

Helena looked at Clara, her eyes glinting with inexplicable emotions, "Okay, I trust you."

Clara smiled lightly and walked out of the room again.

When she came out, Horace had already tidied up the room, and stood there, holding a rag in his hand, and said proudly, "I have tidied everything up. Not bad, huh?"

Seeing Horace's expression was almost asking for credit, Clara couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Who would have thought that Mr. Kirkland, who was always so calm even while doing a deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, would be so proud of cleaning a room?

"Very good," she praised sincerely. "Thank you."

While the two of them were talking, Isaac just came back.

Clara went to open the door for him. As soon as Isaac came in, he saw Horace with a rag in his hand, and his eyes were so frightened that his eyeballs almost fell.