Become the Wife of A CEO

Not knowing why but hearing that Clara and Horace were married, Darren couldn’t control his anger.

“Tell me. Are you regretful? I am a Kirkland too. And I am a healthy man, not a cripple like Horace.”

Darren could help but started to insult Horace under his great anger. “My father told me that after the accident ten years ago, Horace didn’t only lose his leg but also his sexual ability. Wow, Clara! You are so open-minded. You don’t mind marrying such a man just for the money?”

“Darren! Shut the fuck up!” Clara roared.

She could stand Darren humiliating her, but when he started to insult Horace, she lost control of her anger.

Thinking of Horace, such a perfect man, always sitting in a wheelchair, the inadvertent dejection on his face, Clara suddenly found Darren so hateful.

It was because of such a family that Horace had to pretend to be crippled for a decade.

Darren didn’t expect Clara to be so angry. He paused.

Yet Clara didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“Darren,” She said coldly, “I know that you don’t feel good. You thought that Horace and I were in a shameful relationship, but on the contrary, we are a legitimate couple. But don’t worry about us. I know better than you about his sexual ability!”

After saying this, she went straight out of his office and slammed the door hard.

Darren remained alone in the office, standing as if he had lost his soul.

It wasn’t until his phone rang suddenly that he came back to his sense.

He Picked up his phone. Seeing “Ashlee” on it, he felt a stab of annoyance.

“Hello?” He answered, his tone impatient, “What’s the matter?”

“Darren.” Ashlee’s sweet voice came from the other side of the line, “Are you busy?”

“I am fine. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ashlee sounded a little aggrieved, “We are going to get married, but I haven’t even met your grandfather… After all, he is the head of the Kirkland family. So I shall pay a visit to him, right?”

Darren had wanted to say “We’ll talk about this later.” impatiently, but suddenly he thought of something and his eyes flickered.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re right.” He calmed down, “Not only my grandfather, but also my uncle and aunt, and some other people in the family, you should meet all of them.”

“Really?” Ashlee said joyfully, “So when?”

“Soon.” The corners of Darren’s mouth raised coldly, “I’ll arrange a family dinner and invite everyone, to formally introduce you.”

At six o’clock, Clara left the office immediately. She couldn’t wait.

When she got up, there were still many people discussing her with disdainful eyes.

Clara felt annoyed.

She couldn’t stand Darren and these people. She thought that now since her mother’s condition had stabilized, maybe she should change her job.

Clara wandered all the way home only to find that Horace was already at home, and not in a wheelchair, but standing in the living room. “You’re back?” Horace said lightly.

Clara glanced around the house, changed into slippers, and asked, “Haven’t Martha and Donald come back yet?”

“I gave them a long vacation.”

“Then I’ll cook for you.” Clara walked toward the kitchen, “What do you want to eat?”

“Up to you.”

Clara was quite tired today, if she was alone, she would make some casual food, yet she had to cook for Horace to pay him back. So, she cooked beef.

But when she was cutting vegetables, she thought about the troubles at work and became a little absent-minded. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her fingers. “Ouch…”

She screamed and quickly withdrew her hand, only to find that she had cut her finger.

“What’s wrong?” Horace’s voice soon rang out behind. Clara turned around and saw him enter the kitchen.

“Nothing.” Clara barely managed to squeeze out a smile, “I cut my hand, a Band-Aid will do.”

It was a small wound, but she was bleeding.

“Let me check.” But Horace, as if he hadn’t heard Clara’s words, grabbed her hand and examined it carefully, and his serious look made Clara a little embarrassed.

“It’s all right.” She whispered, “It’s a small injury, I cleaned it up myself… Ouch, Horace, what are you doing?”

Horace paid no attention to Clara’s words. He quickly took her finger into his mouth.

Clara felt numb all over her body.

She felt her face burn. She didn’t dare to look at Horace’s handsome face. She looked away and said nervously, “Horace, I’m fine… You don’t have to…”

She was so nervous that she couldn’t speak. Horace slowly released her hand and looked down to see her red face.

He chuckled, “Wait a minute, I’ll go get the Band-Aid.”

With that, he left the kitchen.

After Horace left, Clara caught her breath.

Horace soon returned. He opened the band-aid and carefully attached it to Clara. He looked serious as if he were not facing a wounded finger, but something invaluable.

“All right.” After carefully pasting the Band-Aid, Horace glanced at the kitchen and frowned, “Don’t have to cook today, let’s order some takeaway.”

Clara’s mind had gone blank, she nodded to whatever Horace said.

They walked together to the living room. Horace flipped through the takeaway website, his eyebrows furrowed, and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“Everything is fine.” Horace bowed his head and casually pressed on the notebook.

At this moment, Horace’s phone suddenly rang on the coffee table. Horace didn’t lift his head. He casually asked, “Who’s calling?”

Clara glanced at the screen, “It’s Isaac.”

“Put it on the speaker, please.”

Clara did as she was asked, and soon Isaac’s voice rang from the phone.

“Mr. Kirkland.” Isaac’s voice somehow sounded a little agitated.

“Speak.”

“We found a clue about the little girl back then!”