Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 73 Fallen in Love?

Clara herself knew how bad her reasons were. She just secretly rummaged on someone else's things.

She couldn't believe she would do such bad behavior.

Horace looked at Clara, whose face was pale, and felt a pain in his heart.

Shit.

Could it be that his tone just now was too severe and thus scared her?

Horace really didn't want to yell at her, but the scene where the necklace almost shattered just now

seemed to be still in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel some anger in his chest.

This necklace, to him, represented too much if it really broke just now...

He didn't even dare to think about it.

He knew that he was with Clara now, and he was afraid that his attitude would not be very good, so he

turned and walked to the closet, took out the shirt he wore when he went out, "I still have some

business to do in my company. I'll go first, you rest early."

Clara's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She thought, "Didn't Horace want to see her anymore?"

But she couldn't say anything, just bit her lip and nodded.

Horace quickly changed his clothes, and without even blowing his hair, he sat in a wheelchair and left

the room.

All the way downstairs, Martha was cleaning the room, when she saw Horace, she couldn't help but be

stunned for a moment.

"Master, it's late, where are you going?" She hurriedly chased after him. "And your hair, why is it wet?

Hurry up and blow dry your hair quickly."

Only then did Horace stop the wheelchair, and his expression was still a bit cold, but he still said calmly,

"Martha, there is something in our company I should deal with. Remember to remind Clara to change

the fresh dressing for her wound."

"I know, but..."

Before Martha's words were finished, Horace had already left in his wheelchair without looking back.

in the room.

Clara sat down on the bed as if she had lost her soul.

The severe pain in the arm came, she carefully unwrapped the bandage to check and saw that the

wound was torn open.

She knew that the wound had to be treated again, so she quickly picked up the cotton swab and

wanted to be treated it. However, her left hand did not work well, and stabbed it several times, only to

poke out more blood.

Her tears fell down, and she didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because of Horace's

scolding just now.

It seems that that necklace really has a special meaning to Horace.

He just moved a little, which made Horace furious.

But…

It's really cruel. She is alive, but she can't compare with a necklace. It seems that she is nothing in

Horace's heart.

Clara couldn't help being stunned when such an idea came up in her mind.

But the next second, she couldn't help but smile.

She thought to herself, "Clara, why did Horace think you are more important than that necklace? You

should know that his necklace belonged to his ex-girlfriend, the girl named Laura. Such a beautiful girl,

even a toe of hers is more beautiful than you, of course, a necklace can blow you away. But you, have

you been too complacent these days? Just because Horace was a little gentle towards you, then you

didn't know who you are, and you even dared to rummage through his things? You take yourself too

seriously."

She should have known that in this world, no one would really care about her except her mother.

Whether it is her biological father, Glenn or Darren, who said she would accompany her for the rest of

her life, they are just passers-by in her life.

How could she expect Horace to treat herself differently?

Clara understood these principles better than anyone else.

But why...

Why was she feeling so upset…

Clara stretched out her hand in a daze and put it on her chest, only to feel that there was an invisible

hand grasping her, it was very painful and uncomfortable.

Could it be...

Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly felt that there was something in her heart that she could no

longer ignore.

Could it be...

She had fallen in love with Horace?

...

That night, Horace didn't come back.

Martha wanted to come and treated Clara's wound, but Clara refused, because she was afraid that This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Martha would see her red and swollen eyes, so she just rubbed the medicine randomly.

In the early morning of the next day, Clara woke up just after the sunrise. Looking at the empty half of

the bed next to her, she only felt that her heart was empty.

Damn it.

She quickly patted her face to wake herself up.

Her current state is really terrible.

After experiencing the breakup with Darren two years ago, she made up her mind early that she would

get married and have children in her life, but she would never let herself fall in love with someone like

this again.

But now, was she going to get lost again?

No.

Absolutely no.

Clara made a quick decision in her heart.

She hurriedly got up, not used to managing a few pieces of luggage with her left hand, and carried it

downstairs with one hand.

"Oh, Mrs. Kirkland, you are..." Martha was horrified when she saw the luggage in Clara's hand.

"My mother is just about to be discharged from the hospital, and I plan to go home to take care of her."

Clara smiled at Martha, "After all, I haven't been with my mother for a long time."

"You are injured, my lady. Would you be able to take care of others?" Martha was anxious, "Why don't

you bring your mother over and I'll take care of you two."

"Thank you. But I can handle it, and my mother is not used to living in unfamiliar places." Clara refused,

"I'll tell Horace everything, don't worry about it."

After eating breakfast in a hurry, Clara took a taxi and left.

Back at the home, she had been away for a long time, Clara simply packed up, checked the time, it

was still early and decided to go to work.

She has been on leave for a full week, and logically she shouldn't be on leave for so long, but no one in

the magazine said anything about her. If she had guessed it correctly, it was because of Darren.

The day she went back to the work, Sarah and Stephanie came to chat with her for a long time.

Although there are Diane and her friends were sneering and sarcastic, Clara still felt in a good mood.

She sat down and was just about to start work, but expectedly, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

She was stunned, turned her head, and saw Darren's serious expression on his face.

"Mr. Kirkland?" Clara stood up and looked at Darren's strange expression, then she frowned "Is there

something I can do for you?"

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Darren was very strange today.

At this moment, Darren was completely stunned, he seemed to have forgotten that there were so many

people around, he just rushed over, grabbed Clara's shoulder, and roared, "Clara, why didn't you tell

me? Why didn't you tell me you were framed two years ago!"