Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

In the café.

"Bitch, who do you think you are? I've heard about your past. Damn it, that dating agency dared to match you with me."

"If you were not pretty, no one would care for you. I'm just screwing around with you."

He raised his voice. People around started to look at them strangely.

Clara's face turned pale. She didn't expect too much from him. But she didn't expect that he was a pervert and knew about her past.

She opened her mouth and wanted to retort. But she was unable to refute.

She was engulfed by the nightmare two years ago. That night was full of darkness, pain and shame. She couldn't escape from the abyss.

No one would believe her, no matter how hard she tried to explain.

When Clara zoned out, the security guard had already asked the pervert to leave politely but toughly. The café was silent again.

Clara awkwardly expressed her thanks to Horace Kirkland who was sitting not far from her. It was Horace who asked the security guard to drive that man away and removed her embarrassment.

"I just don't like noises." Horace's voice was deep, velvety but cold.

traffic. She might be five minutes late." A young assistant hurriedly walked in and whispered

bother to come." Horace's eyes still fixed on Clara by the window. "I don't like intractable

Mr. Russell Kirkland…" The assistant looked

if he didn't hear the

you marry

handsome, with dark brows and bright eyes. He looked like an elaborately carved statue. No

shirt. Perfectly tailored, the white

was on a wheelchair,

puzzled for a moment until he spoke again. "What?" she

hurried to

was overwhelmed by embarrassment

"Coincidentally, me too."

Why shouldn't we?" The way he put it made it sound

man before her really wanted

just met each other. It was so

don't know each other. It's

don't know your blind date

answered coolly and directly. Clara didn't know what

I got it. Is it because