Become the Wife of A CEO

The next morning, Clara and Horace had breakfast in the dining hall. Horace looked at her and suddenly asked, “How did you sleep last night?”

“Not bad.” Clara looked up. “Why?”

“I thought you would be uncomfortable with me by your side.” Horace took a sip of coffee and looked pale. “If necessary, I can move to the guest room.”

Clara was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that Horace was referring to that thing that happened between them. Her face blushed. “We are husband and wife, and living together in one room is what we are supposed to be.”

Horace looked at Clara, “You are not mad at me?”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He still remembered that night. He could not forget how fearful she was when he approached her. That kind of resistance made him very uncomfortable.

Clara looked at Horace with bashful eyes, “I never blamed you. It did not come from nowhere.”

“Really?” Horace suddenly raised his eyebrows. “Where do you think it came from?”

“Well…” Clara didn’t expect Horace to continue this topic, which made her even more embarrassed. However, under Horace’s gaze, she went on, “because that night, I did not think about your feelings and brought Darren to our conversation. I can understand why you were mad at me. After all, I am your wife now. I should get over it as soon as possible.”

Horace’s eyebrows even raised higher.

Although Clara’s words were not specific, he still understood what she said.

Clara thought that he would do that to her that night because of his possessiveness.

Horace suddenly burst out laughing.

“What’s the matter? What’s so funny?” Clara thought she had said something wrong and asked in embarrassment.

Horace looked at Clara and started to think about their relationship.

He had never been a man who was in denial of his feelings. His previous care for Clara and his jealousy of Darren had all made him realize one thing-

It seemed that he really had special feelings about his wife, whom he had married casually.

For so many years, he thought he would never be attracted to anyone again. But finally, this woman just appeared.

Fortunately, she was his wife.

But unfortunately, she seemed to be unaware of her importance to him.

Should he explain his mind directly to her to pull her into his arms, or should he win her over with patience?

Horace smiled bitterly.

It had been a long time since he fell in love with a woman. At this time, he actually felt that Clara was more difficult to handle than all of his business deals combined.

He decided to take his time.

Horace looked at Clara with a faint arc at the corners of his mouth. “It’s ok to think that way.”

Clara couldn’t figure out the meaning behind Horace’s words, so she just nodded with confusion.

Horace looked at her and silently smiled again. He whispered to her, “are you free tomorrow? A friend of mine is coming for dinner.”

“Friend?” Clara was stunned.

“Yes.” Horace nodded. “You don’t want to see my family, and now you don’t want to see my friends either?”

Clara smiled “don’t tease me, please. I will prepare the dinner tomorrow.”

The next day, Clara and Martha worked all morning in the kitchen. At noon, this mysterious guest finally came.

“Horace, your place looked much habitable than it was before. It must be because you have a wife now.”

Before he arrived, his voice had already been in the house. He sounded like a domineering sort of fellow.

Clara hurried to the living room and saw a man in a pink shirt coming in.

This man was about the same age as Clara. He was also very good-looking, but compared with Horace, he was undoubtedly more outspoken.

“You must be Clara.” As soon as the man saw Clara, he hurried to meet her. He also stared at Horace in the wheelchair. “Horace, you never told me you have such a beautiful wife!”

Horace’s expression did not change and he ignored this man’s words. He just opened his mouth and introduced them to each other, “Alastair, this is Clara. Clara, this is Alastair Jakovich.”

Alastair Jakovich?

Out of her instinct as a journalist, she found the name quite familiar. After thinking for a while, she suddenly realized, “Alastair Jakovich! So are you the young master of the Jakovich family? ”

There were three big family businesses in Queensvale.

Kirkland was the largest. Next, there was the Jakovich family which was particularly influential in the entertainment industry, and the Hutchinson family, which had slowly begun to decline in recent years.

Alastair was the only son and heir of the Jakovich family.

“How are you.” Clara was a little nervous, but still smiled appropriately, “I’m Clara.”

“I’ve heard so much about you.” Alastair, with his amorous eyes staring at her, held Clara’s hand and prepare to kiss her in her hand, which to him, might be his gentlemanly manners.

But at this very moment, Horace suddenly raised his hand and saved Clara’s hand from Alastair’s lips.

“Not yours to kiss.” Horace’s face was still expressionless but he had made himself clear enough.

Alastair was stunned, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Wow, was he being jealous? That was really interesting now. He thought to himself.

Alastair smiled and suddenly became interested in this woman. He came close to Clara and pretended to tell her a secret, “hey Clara, how did you get along with this guy? He does not know what a woman wants. I’m different though, much more interesting. Call me when you get bored of him.”

Clara said with an embarrassed smile, “You’re such a joker by nature, Mr. Jakovich.”

Horace’s face was already darkened. He took Clara by the hand and went into the dining room.

Martha and Donald prepared the dinner and went back because of family affairs of their own. Only Clara, Horace, and Alastair were left in the villa.

Alastair crossed his legs and yelled like a hooligan, “Hey, where is the wine? Horace, go get the wine. No one is here, man! Why are you still sitting in that wheelchair?”

Clara was stunned when she heard his words. Horace stood up from his wheelchair, filled a bowl of soup, handed it over to Clara, and said, “Just ignore him.”

Then he turned and walked towards the wine cellar.

Clara realized that Alastair had a good relationship with Horace. Horace even told him the truth about his legs.

Alastair watched as Horace left. Then he put away his casual smile and turned his head to look at Clara.

“I need to thank you, Clara.”

Clara was a little uncomfortable with his sudden seriousness, “For what?”

“Thank you for marrying him.” Alastair leaned back in his chair and grinned. This time, he smiled sincerely, “you are the second person to know the truth about Horace’s legs, which proves that he trusts you.”

Clara thought of Horace’s sudden rise from the chair that night and blushed slightly. She said with a smile, “Trust is the foundation of marriage.”

Alastair looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes twinkled, and then he said, “Clara, has he ever told you why he pretended to be disabled?”