Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 22 Unexpected Call

Upon hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, Darren felt that his heart was having a spasm.

He immediately hung up the phone without a second thought.

Staring at his mobile phone for a long time, he suddenly burst into crazy laughter.

Although it was only a "hello", he recognized the voice.

That was Horace.

That was really Horace!

Clara was really with Horace!

Darren laughed as tears almost fell from his eyes. Looking at the name "Baby" on his phone screen, he

suddenly felt that name was so hard to look at.

Clara, Clara...How much did I owe you in my last life? So in this life, you enjoyed so much torturing me

in the way you did! You were already married, and you still chose to get entangled with other men. And

why, that man had to be Horace!

At the other end of the line, Horace put down Clara's mobile phone without any changes in his facial Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

expression.

"Who was that?" Clara was still leaning on the seat, half-paralyzed and half numb from the alcohol

intake. As her head was still not very clear, Horace answered the call for her when her phone rang.

"It's just a spam call," Horace answered back, still without change in his voice.

"I see." Clara's head hurt too much to think about his words. All she could do is covering up her

forehead with her hand.

"How about your head? Still hurting?" Horace was still somewhat angry with her, but at this time,

seeing Clara's delicate face frowning, his tone became involuntarily soft.

"Yes," Clara responded. Then she felt a pair of big hands reaching over and covering her temples.

"Feeling better this way?"

Horace caresses Clara's temple with his slightly coarse fingers. Clara's cheek was like burning that

even Horace's fingers felt a little bit cold.

Clara's body stiffened slightly. Her heartbeat got faster for no reason. She moved away from her body

and said, "I'm much better now. Thank you."

But as she just moved away, Horace suddenly increased the strength in his hand to imprison her

around him.

"Don't move." Horace opened his mouth. His voice seemed colder than usual.

Clara was a little stunned. She turned her head sideways and suddenly realized that Horace's

expression was a bit different than what it usually was. It seemed that he was angry about something.

Clara woke up a little from intoxication and began cautiously speaking, "Horace, you upset about

anything?"

It was obvious that he was because she was his wife. What kind of man would not be angry if his wife

was molested by another man?

"What do you think?" Horace asked in a cold voice. The temperature in the car seemed to drop several

degrees all of a sudden.

"Sorry," Clara whispered.

"So that is the only thing you would like to say?" Horace raised his eyebrows slightly.

Clara was stunned. Looking at Horace in front of her, she suddenly thought of something.

"Don't think too much about what just happened." Clara got anxious and said, "I thought this was just

an ordinary dinner. Who could've expected that Mr. Muller would be like this?"

She was suddenly a little worried about this situation. She was afraid that Horace would misunderstand

her as an easy girl, just as Darren did.

Somehow, she was extra anxious about his feelings.

Maybe it's because Horace now was her husband and the only one who had given her warmth. The

last thing that she wanted was for him to hate her.

Horace looked at Clara with a strange light in his eyes.

"I know." He paused for a moment before he spoke. The tension in his tone seemed to have eased a

bit.

As soon as Clara was relieved a little, Horace spoke again, "If there is an occasion like this in the

future, please don't go again."

Clara nodded.

Clara was still a bit drunk at this time. Horace pressed her hand on her temple just with the right force.

She felt very soothing and comfortable so that she was slowly leaning towards his shoulders. Feeling

that soft body on his shoulders, Horace's body stiffened slightly.

He looked down and saw the glow on Clara's face, her long eyelashes trembling, her peachy juicy pink

lips opened slightly.

Horace's heart skipped a beat.

Subtle emotions seemed to be bubbling up, almost overflowing from his chest, which he could not deny

even if he wanted to.

"Clara." He suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was a little lower than usual.

"Well?" Clara answered with a faint voice, and she looked up and found Horace's face so close to hers.

The distance between them was even less than five centimeters.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" At this time, Clara finally realized that she was leaning against Horace, so she hurried

to sit up.

Unexpectedly, Horace's hand suddenly slid down her cheek and grabbed her chin.

The next second, Horace lowered his head and covered Clara's thin lips with his own.

The cold touch on her lips made Clara feel that her head exploded with emotions and she woke up with

just one kiss.

Horace... kissed her? She could not believe it at all.

When the bus arrived at the hotel, Clara was already asleep.

Horace held her up and walked to the room.

After putting Clara on the bed, Horace noticed that Clara's wrist was all red and swollen because Muller

held her too tight in the conflict just now.

Suddenly, his eyes turned as cold as ice. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Horace, what happened? Never expected that you'd call me. Can pigs fly now?" As soon as the

phone was connected, there came a careless and lazy voice.

"I'm asking you for a favor." Horace's tone was still very calm, but anyone familiar with him would sense

that there was something dangerous hiding in him.

"You ask me for a favor? That's even weirder, man! But anyway, I'll do anything for you. Just say it,

bro."

"I want you to help me fix someone." Horace's voice lowered even more," He touched my woman, so I

want him to suffer."

...

When Clara woke up, she had a splitting headache due to a hangover.

As she struggled to sit up from the bed, she heard a low, sweet voice—

"You awake?"

Clara looked up and saw that Horace was sitting next to the table in the hotel room. There was a table

of hearty breakfast in front.

"Horace?" Clara was stunned for a while, and the memory of last night poured into her mind.

It seemed that she was molested by that Muller guy at the dinner party. Horace appeared in time and

saved herself from that situation. When she was in the car with him, it seemed that they...

Now having remembered that kiss in the car, Clara felt that her face was burning up.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Clara sitting still in bed, Horace asked again, "Are you feeling

comfortable?"

Clara's mind was brought back to reality with his questions, and then she looked up at him.

Horace's room was a deluxe suite. The sun shined outside the huge landing window and fell on

Horace. He was wearing a white shirt, and it looked like he was bathing in a layer of golden light. He

looked indescribably elegant and divine, but his handsome and extraordinary face still looked

indifferent, the same as before.

This made Clara have an illusion that the kiss last night was just her imagination.

"Yes, I am fine now." She smiled awkwardly and hurried out of bed, but when she got up, she was

suddenly stunned.

What she was wearing was a white shirt, apparently belonging to a man. The shirt covered down to her

thighs.

"This shirt..."

"Don't you remember?" Horace raised his eyebrows slightly. "Last night you were drunk and throwing

up. I asked the waitress to change the clothes for you. Oh, it's mine by the way."

Phew, so it was the waitress that help her get changed.

Clara finally heaved a sigh of relief, but she did not know that all the changes in her expression were

captured by this man.

Horace's lips were slightly crooked, but when he watched Clara get up from bed, his throat suddenly

tightened.