Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 53 My Mother Isn't a Mistress

Horace raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Clara sideways. "Why?"

Realizing that her reaction was too direct just now, Clara was embarrassed and said in a hurry, "My

mom is just starting to getting better. She needs to have a rest."

"Is that the reason?" Horace seemed to understand, "It's because your mother doesn't want to see me,

right?"

Hearing that, Clara's hand holding chopsticks froze for a moment. She raised the corners of her mouth,

"How could it be?"

"Why not?" Horace was calm. "I can see that your mother doesn't like me."

Unable to retort, Clara had to say awkwardly, "It's not your problem. It's my mother. She doesn't like

rich people."

Horace raised his eyebrows.

Of course, he had investigated Clara's family background, so he knew that Helena had been called

mistress.

Although Horace didn't say anything, Clara seemed to see through his mind. She smiled bitterly, "You

know I'm the illegitimate daughter of the Middleton family, right? You must be thinking why my mother

said she hated rich people on the condition that she was with Glenn before."

Horace didn't answer.

"Actually, my mother has never started a relationship with Glenn Middleton," Clara's face suddenly

turned cold. "My mother and Glenn were classmates in college. Glenn has always liked my mother, but

my mother didn't like him. However, Glenn was unwilling to give up on her. After getting married with

Valerie Bennett, he still coveted my mother, and he asked someone to drug her and then he raped her,

so my mother was pregnant with me. Although my mother hated Glenn, she thought that the baby was

innocent, so she swallowed her anger and gave birth to me."

Horace looked at Clara.

He hadn't found out anything about it.

"Valerie hated Glenn's feelings for my mother, so she spread rumors everywhere that my mother

seduced Glenn and said that my mother was a mistress. My mother doesn't know anyone in the upper

class, and she can't fight back. She can only bear such a bad reputation and bring me up alone."

Speaking of what had happened in the past, Clara clenched her fists and her eyes were full of

resentment.

She really hated Glenn. However, he was her biological father, which could not be changed.

Horace looked down at Clara. He put his hand on her fist and prized her fingers one by one.

Clara was startled. She looked up at Horace and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I got worked up."

"No," Horace was still very calm, but the light in his black eyes seemed to be much gentler than usual.

"I'm glad that you've told me this."

He was really happy.

If he wanted to know these things, of course he could find them out. But it was different if Clara took the

initiative to tell him.

Hearing that, Clara was stunned. She took a look at Horace and couldn't help laughing, "You are really

a strange person."

Horace smiled and said nothing.

Indeed, after knowing Clara, he found himself behaving more and more strangely.

Everything went smooth in the next few days.

Finally, it was weekend, the day of the Kirkland family's banquet.

On this day, Clara got up early. The make-up artist and hairdresser had already been home. They had

been busy all day long before they finally helped her with the hairstyle.

Horace had already prepared well and waited quietly in the living room.

Soon, he heard the clip-clop of high heels. He looked up and saw Clara coming down the stairs. He

was stunned.

Last time, in order to see the Kirkland family, Clara also wore a dress. And Horace had been amazed

by her once.

But this time, he was even more shocked.

What Clara wore today was a rose-gold dress, which was well tailored to outline her slim body. The

back was hollowed out, revealing the beautiful curve of her back.

Her long hair was coiled up, and the makeup on her face was exquisite but not flamboyant, which gave

full play to her beautiful look.

Still not used to wearing high-heeled shoes, Clara lifted the hem of her dress and went downstairs. She

saw Horace looking at her with burning eyes.

She suddenly felt her cheeks burning and asked softly, "Am I beautiful?"

After dressing up, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a little stunned.

After all, she was a girl, who loved dresses and makeup. However, from childhood to adulthood, she

did not have a chance; only Ashlee had the right to do so. She could only wear the simplest white T-

shirt and jeans and watch Ashlee being the gorgeous one.

But today, she realized that she could also be so beautiful.

Looking at Clara in front of him, Horace chuckled. Instead of answering her question directly, he

grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently.

Wearing high heels, Clara couldn't stand steadily. She was pulled into his arms and fell on the legs.

The distance between the two people became tight that a few strands of Clara's scattered hair touched

Horace's neck. Horace wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Beautiful. You are so

beautiful that I start to worry about taking you out."

Clara didn't expect that the usually silent man, Horace, could say such flirtatious words. Her face

turned redder and she couldn't say anything.

Horace chuckled, sliding the wheelchair, and took Clara out of the villa and got in the car.

Sitting in the car, the driver quickly drove to the villa of the Kirkland family.

In the car, Clara couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

She was afraid that she would make a fool of herself because there would be so many people at the

party, let alone seeing Ashlee and Darren today.

Looking at her nervous smile, Horace seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He asked in a

low voice, "Nervous?"

"A little," Clara admitted. "I'm afraid I'll embarrass you."

"You are so beautiful. How can you embarrass me?" Horace smiled. "Have you attended such a

gathering before?"

"No," In order to ease her nervousness, Clara said more. "But in order to earn tuition fees, I used to

work as a waiter at parties like this. At that time, I envied those girls who could wear such beautiful

clothes. At that time, I also thought that I could attend it one day."

Horace couldn't help laughing, "So you have fulfilled your wish?"

"Sort of," Clara couldn't help laughing. "When I came back home, I secretly learned the dancing steps

of those girls at the banquet. I thought if I could take part a banquet in the future, I would be able to

dance so elegantly..."

Suddenly, Clara realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said. She shut her mouth and

looked at him nervously.

Damn it.

She was too careless. She knew that it was impossible for Horace to dance in front of everyone, so she

shouldn't mention it.

Compared with Clara's nervousness, Horace was calm. He still smiled and said lightly, "Really?"

Clara didn't dare to say anything more. She stayed silent. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Horace got off the car first and helped Clara get off.

Clara got off the car carefully and was stunned when she saw the villa in front of her.