Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 84

"Well… I've been trying to get in touch with Mr. Jakovich since the moment I found the handkerchief. However, I couldn't contact him because he is now attending a design seminar abroad and has turned off his phone."

"Try your best!" Horace scowled in a low voice angrily, "Bring him to me as soon as you can get in touch with him."

Isaac was so scared that he became deadly pale, "Yes, Mr. Kirkland."

Now Horace had no mood for the model on the computer screen. He moved towards the door in his wheelchair rapidly.

Isaac followed. Then, Horace asked coldly, "Is Clara home now?"

"Martha called just now and told me that Mrs. Kirkland had already gone back home."

Hearing that, Horace finally softened his poker face a little. When he suddenly realized that he still held that handkerchief in hand, he immediately cast it to Isaac with disgust and said, "Throw it away. Also, buy and close the company that produces this handkerchief. I don't want to see it anywhere anymore."

Taking Alastair Jakovich into account, Isaac hesitated, "But how about Mr. Jakovich?"

"Do as I said!"

Clara had fallen asleep when Horace was home.

Sleeping with Horace in a small bed last night gave her a light sleep, which made her tired that day, so she went straight to bed after having dinner.

When Horace entered the room, he found Clara curling up in bed, wearing the silk sling pajamas bought by Martha. She tightly held the quilt in her arms, which exposed her delicate shoulders and back to the air.

Horace frowned.

Clara had gotten used to such a sleep posture. Instead of tucking herself in, she would rather hold the quilt in her arms. Therefore, he would wake up at midnight in order to tuck her in in fear that she would catch a cold.

Why did Martha buy her sling pajamas? Such pajamas could not keep her warm.

After locking the door, Horace stood up from the wheelchair and walked towards the bed, hoping to tuck her in. When he just stood still beside the bed, Clara turned around and left the quilt behind, which totally exposed her body to the air.

All of a sudden, Horace held his breath and stopped his movement.

He then understood why Martha would prepare such pajamas for Clara.

The pajamas were black, embroidered with delicate, beautiful patterns. Clara became more attractive when the cloth covered her fair skin.

The pajamas were not loose but slim, so that it could delineate Clara's sexy figure. When she wore it and slept in such a casual posture, it was extremely tempting.

Desire was burning in Horace's eyes.

At that moment, Clara woke up and slightly rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Horace?" realizing that there stood a man beside the bed, she was startled and then became sober, "Welcome home."

When she went home that day, she was so tired that she fell asleep very soon. Now, seeing Horace standing just in front of her, what Stephanie had told her that day occurred to her and she became soberer.

Before making a response, Horace rapidly covered Clara with the quilt, which dissolved his fiery desire. He said, "I think you should put on more clothes in case you catch a cold."

It took Clara several seconds before she lowered her head to have a look at her new pajamas and realized what he meant. She blushed, "I have only been away from home for one day and it was unexpected that Martha would throw away my old pajamas and buy me this."

Now Clara did regret that she went home yesterday. Her imprudent decision not only brought her no benefits, but also put her at the "kind" mercy of Martha.

Indeed, those who had worked for rich families were better players than her.

"Well, how about your wound?" Horace suddenly recalled Clara's wound and he took her wrist out of the quilt. Seeing the used bandage and cotton inside it, he knitted his brow, "You haven't redressed it, right? Clara, can't you take better care of yourself?"