Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 221 Is It Because of Laura?

The sound of the coded lock of the door came from outside. Clara knew that it was Horace who had

come back late.

She didn't go up to him with a smile and said, "You're back." as usual. She bit her lower lip and still sat

on the sofa, her body trembling slightly.

When Horace opened the door, he saw that the light in the room was off, so he thought there was no

one in the house. He turned on the light and went to the living room, only to find Clara sitting on the

sofa with her knees bent.

"What's wrong?" Horace obviously noticed that Clara seemed to be in a very low mood today.

However, Clara didn't look at him or answer him. She lowered her head as if she didn't hear his words.

Thinking that maybe it was because something went wrong with her at work, Horace, who was about to

comfort Clara, found that she was still wearing the clothes she bought yesterday.

Before he could say anything to comfort her, Horace frowned. "Why are you still wearing this kind of

clothes? This style is really not suitable for you. Try something else when you're shopping next time/"

Hearing Horace's words, the anger and grievance in Clara's heart finally could not be suppressed.

The tears that she had been holding back all this time finally fell down her cheeks and then on the sofa.

Suddenly, there was a water stain on the leather sofa.

Clara turned her head to look at Horace. Her eyes were full of anger and stubbornness as if there was

a fire burning in them.

"Not suitable for me?" Suppressing her voice, Clara said with rare sarcasm, "Who do you think is

suitable? Laura?"

Hearing Laura's name, Horace's eyes flickered slightly. He did not answer Clara's question. Instead, he

asked, "What happened to you today?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away Clara's tears.

"Are those clothes what Laura likes?" Pushing Horace's hand away, Clara suddenly stood up from the

sofa and looked emotionally. "That's why you said it's not suitable for me!"

"What's going on?" Horace couldn't understand why Clara was suddenly so emotional. He was also a

bit irritated and couldn't help but become serious.

"You still like Laura, don't you?" Clara stared into Horace's eyes and asked.

Hearing this, Horace's eyes dimmed. After a moment of silence, he looked seriously into Clara's eyes.

"That was past. You are the one I love now."

"Then why don't you like me wearing clothes like this? Isn't it because I look like her in this way?"

It turned out that it was because of the clothes. Horace patiently coaxed Clara. "If you like to wear

those clothes, I won't say anything more in the future. That's all my fault, okay?"

Hearing Horace's words, Clara was angry instead of pleased. "Horace, do you think I'm talking about

clothes? You didn't forget Laura at all. You always have her in your heart, don't you?"

Seeing that Clara was a little persistent, Horace pursed his lips tightly and stared at Clara. He did not

say anything more.

Horace had never seen such a rude and unreasonable Clara. In his impression, she had always been

gentle and considerate, so he did not know how to deal with her for a while.

Moreover, Horace was usually such a proud person. It was the first time in his life that someone had

pointed at his nose and questioned him in such a way. It was also under the circumstances that he

thought he was right. His self-esteem did not allow him to yield again and again.

Following Horace's silence, the surroundings descended into suffocating silence.

Hum...Hum...

At this moment, his phone vibrated. Horace glanced at his phone. It was Isaac.

He walked over and picked up his phone. His voice was terrifyingly low. "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Kirkland, there has been a malicious acquisition case in our foreign branch company. Now the

person in charge of it wants to invite you to come over and discuss the countermeasures," Isaac said

anxiously on the other side of the phone. He did not notice that Horace was in a bad mood.

After a moment of silence, Horace said to the phone, "Okay, come and pick me up now."

Maybe it was better for them to be separated for a while, so they could both calm down.

After hanging up the phone, Horace looked at Clara, who was still staring at him angrily. After a pause,

he said, "There is something wrong with the foreign company now. I need to deal with it."

After a long time, Horace did not hear any response from Clara.

He opened his mouth and tried to say something several times. In the end, he kept silent and turned to

walk to the bedroom.

After packing up some of his necessities, Horace went downstairs, picked up his coat that he had just

taken off, and walked to the door.

When he changed his shoes, opened the door, and was about to go out, Horace turned around and

looked at Clara for a moment. His expression was unclear, and there seemed to be helplessness in his

eyes.

"Clara, Laura is dead." After saying this, Horace left the house.

"So, it's you who's with me now, and it's also you who'll stay with me for the rest of my life. You're my

everything, and Laura is just my past."

"Clara, don't you understand these things?"

Horace didn't say those words out loud.

Hearing what Horace said before leaving, Clara squatted on the ground and burst into tears with her

hands around her knees.

"That's right. Laura is dead. How can I compete with a dead woman?" She thought.

Clara knew that she was being unreasonable today. Horace had never concealed anything about him

and Laura from her. Laura had even gotten into trouble because of Horace. She shouldn't have done

this.

However, the frequency of Laura's appearance in their lives recently was too high. With the perfume, Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

the flowers and the clothes Laura liked, the overwhelming news on the Internet, and Horace's attitude

toward these things, Clara felt that she was about to be driven crazy.

She carelessly took off her clothes and threw them into the trash can on the side. Clara rushed into the

bathroom and turned on the tap. Ignoring the coldness of the water, she rubbed her face hard, hoping

to wash away all the traces of Laura and her tears.

After taking a shower, Clara was dressed in pajamas and curled up on the bed alone. Looking at the

empty bedroom, she couldn't help but bury her face between her legs and burst into tears again.

She didn't know how she fell asleep. The next morning, Clara was woken up by a phone call. Without

looking at the caller ID, she answered the phone directly.

"Hey." After saying this, Clara realized that her voice was extremely hoarse.

"Clara, is that you?" The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be a little uncertain when he

heard the voice.

"Um, grandpa, it's me. What's wrong?" Hearing that it was Russell's voice, Clara hurriedly sat up and

took the phone away. After a few coughs, she took the phone and responded.

"Are you sick? Why do you sound so hoarse?"

"No, Grandpa. I'm fine. Don't worry."

"It's good that you're fine. Young people need to take good care of their bodies. Don't you understand?"

Russell was still worried and reminded her.

"About the thing, you asked me to investigate last time, there is a result now. I'm afraid I can't make it

clear on the phone. Come to my place. I want to talk to you face to face." Russell's voice sounded quite

serious.