Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

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 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.

realized that Horace's expression was a bit different than what it usually was. It seemed that he was

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

because she was his wife. What kind of man would not be

cold voice. The temperature

"Sorry," Clara whispered.

the only thing you would like to say?" Horace raised

in front

much about what just happened." Clara got anxious and said, "I thought this was

worried about this situation. She was afraid that Horace would

was extra anxious about his

one who had given her warmth. The last thing that she wanted was for him

a strange light in

for a moment before he spoke. The tension in his tone seemed to have eased

as Clara was relieved a little, Horace spoke again, "If there is an occasion like this in the future, please don't go

Clara nodded.

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

glow on Clara's face, her long eyelashes trembling, her peachy juicy pink

skipped a

from his

his voice was a little

Clara answered with a faint voice, and she looked up and found Horace's face so close to hers. The distance between them was

At this time, Clara finally realized that she was leaning against

hand suddenly slid down her cheek

lowered his head and covered Clara's

that her head

She could not

at the hotel, Clara was

held her up and walked to

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

eyes turned as cold as ice. He took out his mobile phone and dialed

call me. Can pigs fly now?" As

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