Become the Wife of A CEO

She never expected Horace to have other women!

She was shocked, but she quickly regained her composure. The woman in front of her was worse than her in every aspect. Her breasts were not as good as hers, nor were her booty and face.

Yolanda felt sorry for Horace’s taste, and couldn’t figure out why would he like her.

The next second, Yolanda smiled flatteringly. She walked up and bent down to Horace, saying, “Mr. Kirkland, I can’t wait for you, but you’re here to talk to someone else, let’s go. Go home with me.”

Yolanda looked at Clara, who was dressed in a suit, with disdain.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Clara felt that two women fighting for a man were ridiculous sense. She wanted to leave as soon as possible, so she said, “You guys enjoy yourself. I’m getting out of here now.”

Horace grabbed Clara’s hand.

Horace didn’t like Yolanda. He disliked her even more now that he dared to tease him in front of Clara.

Clara had confessed her love for him, he didn’t want to see anyone who Clara didn’t like.

Horace looked at Yolanda coldly.

Yolanda took a step back and trembled slightly.

Horace said expressionlessly, “Miss Zachman, the dinner is over. Bye.”

Yolanda couldn’t believe her ears.

What?

She was abandoned just like that? Yolanda couldn’t believe her ears.

Yolanda glanced at Clara, thinking that it was all her fault, she ruined Horace’s date with her tonight.

She had underestimated her!

Yolanda was very aggrieved. She couldn’t figure out how she annoyed Horace. Everything was fine at the beginning, Horace was about to be conquered, yet someone interfered with it…

Horace ignored Yolanda and said to Clara, “Let’s go.”

After saying that, the two left directly from the back door of the hotel without paying any attention to Yolanda.

In the car, Clara texted Sarah and Luis, who were still at the restaurant, saying that she got something to handle and she had to leave.

On the way, Clara remained silent.

Yolanda’s appearance increased her sorrow.

She couldn’t live without Horace anymore. Thinking of Yolanda’s devotion to Horace, Clara’s heart was full of worry.

She trusted Horace, but she didn’t trust fate.

Clara worried that their short love would lose to the temptation of women and that Horace would turn to Yolanda or other women after getting tired of her one day.

Clara suddenly became very unconfident.

She was just an ordinary woman with a shameful past. Horace may not mind now. But if they couldn’t find the person who set up the trap for her, the future would be uncertain.

The snarky Ashlee had caused trouble for Clara, and now because of Horace, she had to deal with Yolanda, a bigger threat.

Clara felt kind of tired.

She didn’t talk to Horace after they got home. She looked expressionless. She changed into her pajamas and sank onto the sofa.

Horace felt it was time to break the silence.

He was only using Yolanda to confirm Clara’s feelings for him. He would never take this woman seriously or let her sabotage their relationship.

“It’s been a tough day. Go take a shower first.” Horace got up from the wheelchair and walked over to Clara, raised his hand to stroke her hanging hair, and whispered.

Clara looked up at him, trying to say something, but swallowed it back, feeling it was inappropriate.

Horace knew what she was trying to say. So he asked, “Are you angry? Why didn’t you speak to me on the way home?”

Clara shook her head and replied, “I am not. I just don’t like the way Yolanda treated you.”

She didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want to look petty and unreasonable.

However, she indeed felt bad.

Horace chuckled, “I hired Yolanda as the face of the company just because she is suitable. In terms of popularity and audience, she is the best choice.”

Clara looked at Horace, slightly stunned.

Was Horace explaining to her?

Explaining why he was related to Yolanda?

Clara suddenly had a sweet feeling.

Horace was cold by nature and he was a little arrogant. Yet he was now taking the initiative to explain to her. She was unhappy, but she felt better now.

Yet thinking of the way Yolanda flirted with Horace today, she still couldn’t reconcile. She couldn’t help but asked, “But if she is just the face of the company, why would she be so passionate about you?”

“You should have asked her.” Horace laughed bitterly, “She seems to have misunderstood that I hired her for other reasons.”

Indeed, during her years of being an actress, Yolanda had never failed in chasing a man and was therefore very confident about her charm.

“I didn’t want to bother myself with Yolanda.” Horace looked down at Clara again, “But… someone keeps pushing me to her.”

Clara paused. Looking at Horace’s handsome face from such a short distance, she blushed.

Indeed, it was she who forced Horace to dine with Yolanda. And in the end, it was she who got jealous.

What a shame!

Clara grinned awkwardly.

Horace caught Clara’s smile. With a soft look in his eyes, he took her into his arms, saying, “You’re beautiful tonight.”

Beautiful?

Clara felt she looked no special tonight. She was in a suit, as usual, looking rigid. And there was nothing special about her makeup either.

Clara took her hand back. Pushing by the little awkwardness that remained in her heart, she asked, “I am not as beautiful as Yolanda. She is so sexy. You could almost see her boobies tonight through her dress.”

Horace couldn’t help but said with a chuckle, “She is not my cup of tea.”

He meant it.

Clara’s delicate appearance, in Horace’s eyes, was far more attractive than Yolanda’s vulgar flattery and exposure.

He picked her up directly and walked to the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” Clara asked with a blushing face.

“To take a shower” Horace’s voice was low and gentle, “Let’s wash together.”

Clara blushed. She wanted to refute, but Horace bowed leaned over, and kissed her lips, whispering, “You made a mistake today, now you will be punished. Don’t refute.”

Clara couldn’t say anything after hearing Horace’s domineering voice. She was brought into the bathroom.

Soon, the bathroom was splashing with water and steaming. Clara’s face was as pink as a peach.