Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 109

Although she begged Horace to have dinner with Yolanda, Clara felt very uncomfortable when she saw Horace being intimate with other women.

The fish was sent to the mouth, the cat would certainly eat it. It was the instinct of men.

Clara admitted that she was jealous

Almost uncontrollably, she picked up her phone and sent a text message to Horace.

"Don't forget you're married."

Horace laughed when he saw Clara's text message.

"Who sent the text, is it so funny?" Yolanda leaned in curiously, wanting to see the text.

Horace will lock the phone screen.

Yolanda had seen so many big scenes, she sat back very knowingly and started to play with her curly hair, trying to be seductive.

Yolanda said, "Mr. Kirkland, I have confessed my admiration to you on the Internet, you have to be responsible for that. Otherwise, I won't find a better man than you."

Horace looked at Yolanda thoughtfully, which made her shy.

"Mr. Kirkland, don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever you want."

Yolanda's seductive look enraged Clara.

At this time, Horace finally straightened his face and said lightly, "Miss Zachman, don't forget, I am already married."

Yolanda didn't expect Horace to reject her so directly. She was stunned, feeling awkward.

She had many pursuers from the film and television industry, the business world, and the showbiz, yet she didn't like anyone but Horace.

Now, he had rejected her so crisply, and his determined eyes told her that she had no chance.

But she wouldn't give up Horace so easily. Getting married was not a problem. There were a lot of divorced people! It should be easy for a woman to chase a man!

Sarah and Luis are excited about the great harvest tonight.

It was so exciting! Their company was going to be a hit.

Sarah looked at Clara and found that she didn't look right. Sarah asked worriedly, "Clara, are you okay? You can rest assured. We have taken exclusive photos. 'Alas, Challenge of A Perfect Match'. What do you think of this headline?"

Clara nodded perfunctorily. She needed some fresh air.

Clara said to Sarah and Luis, "You guys go ahead. I feel a bit dizzy. Gotta get out and have some fresh air."

On the other side, Horace saw Clara leave with a bad face, guessing that she must be angry. He was more worried about whether she felt sick.

So, Horace wiped his mouth, put down his napkin, and slid his wheelchair, "Excuse me for a minute. I have to go to the bathroom. Please enjoy your meal."

Clara sat on the toilet in the bathroom, fanning with her hand, her mind full of Yolanda's enchanting look. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Are men so weak in front of seduction? Do they even have "loyalty" in their dictionary?

Clara suddenly remembered their sex on the couch last night, and complained more about Horace in her heart, and also complained more about herself, why did she let her husband date other women.

She didn't want to keep chasing the news anymore, the photos were taken and the task was done.

When did she become so unforgiving!

It was such a big change that she couldn't accept it.

If it weren't for Sarah and Luis by her side, she would have gone to them tonight and told Yolanda that she was Horace's legal wife.

Clara decided to leave here immediately. She didn't want to see them being intimate anymore.

She came out of the bathroom and was about to go back to get her bag and leave, but when she passed the dressing room at the door of the bathroom, she was grabbed by a large hand suddenly.

She was pulled into the dressing room.

The door of the dressing room was locked.

Clara looked up in shock and found it was Horace.

"Horace?" She was greatly surprised, "Why are you here? Aren't you eating with Yolanda? You..."

Before Clara could finish speaking, Horace got up from her wheelchair and forced her into the corner step by step, giving her no time or room to resist.

Horace pressed her to the wall.

Clara stared at him with wide eyes.

Horace raised an eyebrow, looking kind of satisfied as he said in a low voice, "Clara, are you angry? But isn't that what you want?"

Clara gritted her teeth, trying to say something, but failed.

Yes, it was indeed her request, but why did she feel so angry when it came true?

Clara turned her face away, not saying a word.

But then she suddenly heard Horace's soft laughter.

She looked up and saw Horace smiling at herself. She suddenly realized something. She glared at him with irritation, saying, "Horace, you did it on purpose!"

Horace smiled without saying anything.

He did it on purpose for sure.

He just wanted to see her jealous, to make her aware of the sense of crisis.

Clara was becoming more and more childish because of jealousy. Horace found it adorable.

Horace couldn't help it.

Clara raised her hand to hit Horace but was caught by him. He put her slender white hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"I did it on purpose." He whispered, "I'm tired of this meal a long time ago, Clara, let's go home, I don't want to eat here, I want to eat you now."

Clara blushed even more, "Stop this, you... Umm..."

Before she could finish speaking, Horace kissed her.

Her lips had a fatal attraction to him.

Clara dodged, but she couldn't resist Horace's domineering lips.

The two kissed wildly as if they had forgotten about everything else around them.

After a long time, Clara propped up her somewhat paralyzed body and pressed on Horace's shoulder to make him pause. She gasped, and said, "Horace, we should go out, otherwise, people outside should think that we are missing. It would be a trouble if they found us."

"I don't care." Horace didn't want to stop, he hadn't kissed enough, how could he let her go easily?

"Horace, calm down. Even Yolanda can cause such a sensation, not to mention us, it is time to go." Clara reminded.

Horace took a deep breath and suppressed the fire in his body, forcing himself to cool it.

He didn't mind letting others know that Clara was his wife, but not in this way.

Horace's eyes darkened slightly, "Let's go home."

But when they walked out of the dressing room embracing each other, they bumped into Yolanda.

Yolanda's eyes goggled like she had seen a ghost.

Clara shivered from start.