Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 190 Horace's Limit

Clara suddenly felt a wave of dizziness invade her head. She was afraid to affect her baby if she

continued debating with Ashlee.

Just let her make a scene here alone.

"Then you can wait here, excuse me." Clara went back to the bedroom.

"Hey, what's the matter with you! Is this how you treat your lifesaver? I guarantee that your future will

be more painful!"

Ashlee's voice came from behind, and she was smug. Clara suddenly had a bad feeling that something

was about to happen.

However, although Ashlee saved Horace, what else could she do?

Seeing Clara hiding back in the bedroom, Ashlee felt she had won. Still, the feeling of victory had not

fermented to the highest level, so she wouldn't give up.

Ashlee was bold enough to walk around Clara's house.

Seeing the furnishings were expensive and many orphaned items, she couldn't help but feel envious. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Besides, the configurations were all the current top designs and masterpieces.

The house had the most advanced appliances and many intelligent voice-activated products. It seemed

that they lived comfortably in this hypermodern space.

"Why can she, this bitch, enjoy such a luxurious life? Why can she have Horace's heart? She is so

cunning."

It was a pity that Clara's adversary was her, Ashlee, so she would be tortured hard rather than live a

good life continuously.

Ashlee deliberately acted as if she was thirsty and shouted, "I'm so thirsty. Clara, pour me some tea."

"Didn't you just drink it?" Clara said from the bedroom, "You're thirsty so soon."

Ashlee screamed, "We are both pregnant. Don't you know that pregnant women are easily thirsty?"

Clara changed the green tea to fruit tea since she knew it. However, as a result, Ashlee did not know

how to appreciate her. Clara was disappointed.

She came out and poured tea again.

Ashlee took the cup, and suddenly her hand shook, knocking the hot tea to the ground and almost

spilling it on Clara's body.

"What the hell!" Clara subconsciously covered her stomach.

Ashlee said sternly, "You almost burned me! You're so sinister! You want to harm my baby, don't you?

You were jealous of me, jealous that I was pregnant with Darren's baby, jealous that Horace let me go

and stayed with me in the hospital. So you wanted to splash me with hot water? You are evil! Let me

tell you, you'll be the first to suffer if anything happens to my baby!"

"Don't be unreasonable. It's obvious that you did it on purpose." Clara was angry. She would have lost

her patience with her long ago if she was not Horace's lifesaver.

"On purpose?" Ashlee was fierce. "I'll show you what it means to be deliberate!"

Ashlee violently raised her hand to hit Clara's face.

Seeing that Ashlee's slap was about to fall, the door opened.

Horace and Isaac appeared.

They were surprised to see Ashlee's raised hand.

Ashlee quickly put her hand back to fix her hair, then smiled, "Hello, Mr. Kirkland."

Horace looked at Ashlee sullenly, "What are you doing here?"

Ashlee gave a bitter smile, " I was waiting for you. "

Seeing Clara's unhappy face, Horace guessed they had definitely quarreled.

He sneered, but the chill in his eyes had revealed his displeasure. He saw three cups on the table and

suddenly felt weird, "Clara, has anyone else come today?"

Clara lowered her head and replied, "It's grandpa. He came by and sent some tonic over."

"Grandpa?" Horace was stunned. He didn't expect that not only was Russell happy at Clara's

pregnancy, he even came to see her personally and sent her nutritious food.

It was evident that he had admitted Clara.

Hearing this, Ashlee was jealous.

She had been pregnant earlier than Clara, but Russell had only given her a brief compliment and that

was it, not to mention visiting her personally.

"You are so excellent, Clara. Russell treats you differently. It seems like the house will shake down now

that you're pregnant."

Only then did Horace drop his gaze on Ashlee, and his face even darkened, "What exactly did you

come to see me for?"

"I have something to tell you, and I come to see my good sister," Ashlee spoke with a fake smile.

Clara suddenly felt funny.

Ashlee, however, was thick-skinned, "Clara, pour me another cup of tea. Don't spill it this time."

Clara frowned.

Of course, she didn't want to make tea for her, but since she was Horace's lifesaver, she didn't want

Horace to feel embarrassed, so she bent down and prepared.

But at that moment, Horace suddenly stopped her action.

Clara was confused, and only then did she look up at Horace.

The anger hid under his tranquility as if it was about to burst out at any moment.

Everyone in the room could feel that he was furious.

Isaac quickly mediated. "Leave it to me. How dare you let Clara pour you tea? You don't deserve it."

Ashlee didn't dare to be angry. "Is that how you take care of me? Horace, you are too protective of your

wife. Just a cup of tea. Why are you so nervous? You should know to repay others' kindness. An

ungrateful person will be looked down on. Don't you think so?"

Isaac was mad, "Watch your manners."

"Get lost! There is no place for you to speak here!" Ashlee had no mercy, "Who the hell do you think

you are, assistant!"

Isaac was too awkward to refute.

The last trace of patience in Horace's eyes faded away.

"Ashlee." Horace said coldly, "I'm asking you one last time, what are you doing here, exactly? If it's to

bother my wife, then I'm sorry, you're not welcome here."