Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 71

Donald was stunned for a moment. Then he understood immediately. There's blush of happiness on his face, "You mean, they are—"

"Shh! Old man! Don't say it out!" Martha gave Donald a sideway glance, but she couldn't even hold back her smiling.

"This is really great!" Donald was also very happy. He stood up immediately, "I have to hurry up and report the good news to the master."

Upstairs, Clara was completely unaware that the few words she shouted out in pain were misunderstood by Donald and Martha.

After applying the medicine, she felt hungry and went downstairs with Horace.

As soon as Martha saw them, she was stunned, "Oh... Why is it so fast… Ahem, I mean… Dinner is ready. Young master, Miss Selman."

Clara sat down, and her hands were still unable to move naturally. Martha wanted to come and feed her, but she didn't expect that Horace's wheelchair had already rolled over. He picked up her bowl and asked Clara in a low voice, "What do you want to eat?"

Horace had fed her once in the hospital before, so Clara wasn't so awkward now. She said obediently, "I want to eat broccoli and eggplant."

Horace grabbed them immediately and fed it into Clara's mouth.

Donald and Martha aside were flabbergasted when they saw this scene.

Their young master was actually feeding someone with his own hands?

And they lived long enough to see that day!

Clara took a long time to finish her meal. Seeing that Horace had been busy serving her, she felt sorry and said embarrassedly, "Horace, I can eat with my left hand. You can have your own dinner."

Horace ignored her, making sure she ate the last bite of food in her bowl. And he then started to have his own dinner.

Soon, Horace was about to finish eating. Seeing Martha was getting up to set the table, he suddenly thought of that and said, "Martha, Clara needs to apply the medicine every day. Remember to remind her later."

Martha nodded, but didn't go back to the kitchen with the bowl in her hand.

Horace noticed that she seemed to have something to say to herself, so he raised her head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Well, young master..." Martha hesitated, but looking at Clara's pale face, she couldn't help but say, "Although I'm glad that you two are so in love with each other. But Ms. Kirkland is still recovering from the wound after all. So you... you could be gentler, right?"

Martha said these words with good intentions. For the fact that Clara screamed too loudly just now, and now her face was not very good. Martha indeed felt sorry for her.

Both Horace and Clara were stunned. But they were adults after all, they quickly understood what they mean from Martha and Donald's embarrassed look.

Clara's face flushed.

Damn it…

Did Martha misunderstand what she shouted when Horace applied the medicine to her just now?

"Martha, actually…" She was conserved and wanted to explain to Martha quickly. But she didn't expect that before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Horace.

"Martha, don't worry." Horace said lightly, "I know that Clara is injured, and I have been paying attention to it. I am the one that takes the initiative."

Clara's eyes widened in an instant!

What did he mean by "takes the initiative"?

This Horace. Why didn't he feel awkward at all when he lied? Especially such an explicit one!

Donald and Martha obviously didn't expect that Horace, who has always been cold and reserved, would say such an explicit word. Both of them were stunned for a second.

But soon, they smiled and nodded, "Oh, I'm relieved to hear that. Young master, you are so considerate"

The hell he was considerate!

Clara was blushing now, and her face was extremely red. She tried to explain something, but Horace directly took her hand under the table and squeezed it, obviously trying to stop her.

So she could only let Horace lead her upstairs obediently with her blushed face.

When they finally came back to the room, Clara couldn't help but burst out.

With her uninjured left hand, she picked up a throw pillow and smashed it directly at Horace, "Horace! What the hell were you talking about just now! What are you doing? It's just... mumble jumble!"

Before the pillow fell on Horace, Horace gently raised his hand and caught the pillow accurately.

Seeing the little woman in front of her being a little angry and upset, Horace laughed hoarsely.

Clara probably haven't realized that, she has become more and more "reckless" in front of him. And now she dared to "hit" him?

But for some reason, Clara behaving this way made him feel good.

He gently smiled, and said in a low voice, "What? Don't you like it? But we are married, after all. A married couple will have sex. Otherwise, what would Martha and the others tell grandpa?"

Clara was stunned for a moment, then calmed down a little, remembering what Horace had told her. Martha and Donald were actually grandpa's spy at home to supervise her and Horace.

She then realized that Horace's words just now were intended to mislead Donald and Martha, or indirectly to mislead Russell Kirkland.

"But..." But thinking of what Horace said just now, Clara still felt awkward under any cases. "You don't have to tell them that nonsense... about that..."

Looking at Clara's blushing appearance, Horace suddenly felt she was so cute and raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Like, 'you take the initiative'..." Clara's voice was getting lower and lower. Her head almost falling to the ground.

Horace chuckled, using his index finger to lift Clara's chin. "I'm not talking nonsense. It should be me who take the initiative, or... do you want to try it?"

"No... No need..." Clara suddenly jumped up as if she was bit by snake and ran to the closet, "Well... I'm going to take a shower, goodbye!"

As she said that, she grabbed the towel with her left hand and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Clara was looking her red face in the mirror.

Damn it.

Clara covered her face in annoyance.

Clara, why are you so useless. Horace makes a few jokes about you, and you react so badly? Are you so useless or not?

Although Clara's hand was injured, she still washed carefully and avoided the wound thanks to the automatic shower in Horace's bathroom that can control the range of water.

When she came out after the shower, Clara saw Horace sitting on the balcony, holding still.

Clara was wiping her head while walking over and asking him to take a shower. But when she took a few steps closer, she was suddenly stunned.

Because she saw what Horace was holding in his hand. He was staring at it, in dazed.

The object in his hand shone softly in the moonlight, so bright that Clara recognized it instantly.

It was that necklace again.