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Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 93

Clara had only seen him in formal wears. The texture she felt just now, however, was incredibly smooth and soft. Horace was obviously wearing silk pajamas.

"Why is he here? In his pajamas? And in my bed?" Clara wondered.

The more she thought about it, the more she didn't feel right. She couldn't help but feel him up with both her hands.

When she touched his body, she blushed a little.

Well, although she had seen his body before, feeling it with her own hands was a totally different story. Touching it was much better than just looking at it. His eight-pack was so incredibly firm and solid. She could can even feel the lines of his abs...

Lost in thought, she worked her way down a little bit more and accidentally touched something.

Horace let out a muffled grunt. "Clara, are you tempting me?" His voice was hoarse.

Clara realized what was the bulge and hurriedly retracted her hands.

However, Horace grabbed her by the wrist and drew her hands to his solid chest.

"Horace..." Clara now knew for sure that Horace was indeed wearing pajamas and lying next to her, "What are you doing here? Why didn't you go home?"

"I'm here to keep you company," Horace murmured.

"Keep me company?" Clara froze.

Her slightly opened mouth was the tell that she was really shocked. Horace could picture the look on her face although she was wearing a sleep mask. He couldn't hold back the smile.

His heart softened. The fuming rage that welled up his mind a second ago out of worrying about Clara's safety dissipated.

He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and drew her into his embrace.

He buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from her hair. "Sorry," he whispered.

It took Clara a minute to come around. "For what?"

"For what happened today." He regretted yelling at Clara and smashing the pendant right in front of her.

How come that he just lost control like that?

He always thought that nothing would agitate him after what he had been through ten years ago. But there was just something about Clara that would make him lose his cool.

Clara recalled the sharp noise when the pendant was hurled at the tile. She felt a bit fluttered.

Horace must be regretting smashing that pendant.

There was a stirring of emotions in her chest.

Clara forced a smile. "Yeah, that pendant is so important to you. You shouldn't have done that."

Even in the dark, Horace could still see how forced that smile was.

He frowned, and hugged Clara even tighter.

"I'm not talking about that pendant," He whispered into her ear.

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