Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 79

Clara almost forgot how long it had been since the last time she had been bathed in this way.

In Clara's memory, Helena bathed her a lot when she was a kid; yet when she grew older, Helena became busy earning a living and she must take care of herself.

It was unexpected that, after years of independent and lonely life, there appeared a man who would be willing to take care of her, feed her, clean her room for her and bath her when she was injured.

His care seemed to be trying to make up for all the love she had lost over the years.

More importantly, he was a man with such a high social status and had never done such things.

At that moment, Clara felt that some parts of her heart were moved and even melted by his tenderness.

She could not help closing her eyes to conceal her real feelings.

"Horace Kirkland…

Please stop being kind to me.

I am so afraid. I am so afraid that I will fall in love with you."

After the bath, Clara and Horace went back to the living room and Horace was sopping wet. Feeling sorry, Clara rummaged through her closet for several large sports clothes that she would wear when she did exercises. Before handing those clothes to Horace, she ventured, "Are you sure that you want to stay here for the night?"

"Of course," Horace took the clothes and said, "Don't you want to take care of your mother? Well, you can't do that with an injured hand. Therefore, I will stay and take care of both of you."

"Don't trouble yourself." Clara didn't want him to stay so she said, "I can do it myself."

"Are you sure?" Horace raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure that you can do it yourself when you could not even bath yourself without my help?"

Horace's words reminded Clara of the bathroom story, which made her blush and stopped her from refuting his words.

Then, Horace chuckled lightly and walked to the bathroom with the sports clothes.

All of a sudden, Clara was a little annoyed that she was tricked by Horace again and even acquiesced his stay.

Before entering the bathroom, something suddenly occurred to Horace's mind and he said, "If you don't want me to stay, then come home with me."

He walked straight into the bathroom after his words.

Horace took a cold shower on purpose. He didn't leave the bathroom until he had controlled his fiery desire.

When he was back in the bedroom, he found that Clara was already lying in the bed.

The bed was so small that Clara was almost curled up in the corner. Horace could not bear to see her sleeping in this way, so he went straight to pull her in his arms after he entered the room.

"What are you hiding from?" Horace held Clara tightly and whispered into her ear, "Won't it be much more comfortable in this way?"

As he said that, he quickly turned off the light, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He was really exhausted after busying himself for the whole day. The fragrance of Clara's hair comforted him in an indescribably tender manner.

From a special perspective, a small bed also had its advantage.

Soon, Horace's breathing became steady and he fell asleep. However, lying in his arms, Clara could not calm herself down for a long time.

She turned around slightly, raised her head, and saw Horace's handsome face with a little stubble on his chin. His breath and scent enveloped her.

At that exact moment, she felt that her heart began to beat wildly.

A shade of helplessness appeared in her eyes and she closed them in despair.

"Clara, don't conceal your feelings anymore. You are falling…"

"You have already fallen in love…"

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It had already been midnight, but, in Stratmont, there were countless people still awake.

Darren, after his overtime shift, plodded back to his rented apartment beside the periodical office at a weary pace.

He did not like living in his family house, neither did he want to be with his father and grandfather every day. Therefore, he rented an apartment far away from home.

When he went out of the lift and was about to open the door with his key, he caught sight of a small figure.

He was startled and could not believe what he had seen. He asked, "Ashlee, is that you?"

Yes, indeed, it was exactly Ashlee Middleton sitting in front of his apartment.

Hearing Darren's voice, she raised her head with two red eyes. It was obvious that she had just finished crying, which made her look so poor.

"Darren, you are finally back." Ashlee, half crying, asked wearily when she caught sight of Darren, "I have been waiting for you for a long time and my phone call didn't work."

"Why do you wait for me?" eyebrows knitted, Darren helped her stand up and said in a comfort tone, "I worked overtime today and my phone is out of power. Let's get inside first."

Once they entered the room and closed the door, Ashlee pulled Darren into her arms.

Transfixed and startled, Darren asked in a gentle tone, "Ashlee, are you alright?"

Ashlee's tear wetted his shirt. She whispered, "D, will you leave me?"

She did not even know how to describe her panic and helplessness when she heard what Diane Kirby's said to her that day.

Diane told her that Darren questioned Clara in public why she did not tell the world that she had been framed.

Ashlee knew that Diane told her this with only one purpose. That is, she wanted her to teach Clara some lessons. But it was unexpected to Diane that her words nearly scared Ashlee to death.

How could Darren know the truth that Clara had actually been framed two years ago?"

Then, would he be with Clara again? Would he find out that I designed the plan?

Attacked by great panic, she did not want to talk with Diane anymore. Instead, she went to Darren's home in a hurry and called him restlessly.

However, she did not dare to mention any of her secrets in front of him. The only thing she could do was to find out his attitude carefully.

It was obvious that Ashlee's question shocked him. Darren lapsed into silence for a few seconds and then asked, "Ashlee, what happened?"

Realizing that he did not answer her question directly, Ashlee was caught by an even greater panic. In order to conceal her fear, she loosened her hug and smiled bitterly, "I am fine. I am just a little bit scared. Well, you know, our wedding ceremony is coming soon."

Ashlee's words reminded Darren of their wedding next month.

A shade of unwillingness suddenly caught him.

The longer Darren paused and stayed quiet, the more scared Ashlee became. She ventured, "Darren, you still want to marry me, right?"

Her words pulled Darren back to reality and he squeezed a smile, "Of course, yes, Ashlee. Everything will be alright. You are just imagining things. You are freezing now. You'd better take a hot shower."

He led her into the bathroom.

Ashlee plodded wearily into the bathroom and slumped on the flush toilet.

It's doomed.

As expected, Darren would change his attitude after knowing what had happened to Clara.

What did she have now to defeat Clara?

Her phone suddenly rang when she was still lost in her thought.

The name on the screen startled her.

"Ashlee's speaking." she picked up the phone quickly, "You don't need to find that old man anymore. I have already…"

Before she finished her words, what the person on the phone had said made her change her countenance immediately.

"What? You mean that the old man didn't make the plan work back then? How could it be!"