Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 112

Yolanda and Clara made an appointment with each other at La Mer Bleue Cafe in the center of the city. It was a very famous shop, and many celebrities would meet here to talk about business. The environment was relatively quiet, and there was a very good private protection space.

Yolanda had already taken off the long coat and changed specially into a very expensive dress. Her hair was made into a chignon and she looked like a noble lady from a rich family.

Clara had never worn beautiful clothes since she was a child. She could only watched Ashlee showing off in front of her. Therefore, no matter how noble and gorgeous Yolanda was, Clara felt that no feelings could be stirred in her heart.

Yolanda lit a cigarette.

A waiter wanted to stop her, but he didn't say anything when he saw the woman was a big star. He couldn't afford to offend her.

Yolanda blew the smoke on Clara's face. Clara managed to hold back her anger.

"Clara, right? This is the second time we meet. I don't want to make friends with you today. On the contrary, you are my rival in love now."

Yolanda behaved as if she was here to challenge Clara. For the sake of Horace, one minute ago, Clara was still trying to make up stories about Horace and Yolanda. But the next minute, she sat together with the heroine in the article, fighting for a man. Thinking of this, Clara wanted to laugh.

Yolanda was surprised, "Are you laughing? You look down on me."

Clara waved her hand, "No, no. You misunderstood. I was just absent-minded."

What a strange woman. Yolanda thought to herself.

Yolanda changed her sitting position, "You are just an ordinary person. You can't be more ordinary. The president of Solrace is way out of your league."

Chase after Horace?

How funny!

Now that Horace was her legitimate husband, she didn't need to pursue him.

Clara remembered that Yolanda didn't know anything about it, so it was not her fault.

But did she look like a woman who seduced others? She always thought that she always kept her nose clean.

Seeing that Clara was so calm, Yolanda thought she was a difficult woman and maybe a professional mistress.

She continued, "What's your relationship with Mr. Kirkland? You were with him that night. Are you his mistress?"

Mistress?

Did Yolanda treat her as a mistress?

Clara found it ridiculous. Yolanda didn't know what kind of person Clara was, nor did she know what kind of person Horace was. And yet she said she loved Horace.

Seeing that Clara neither answered nor denied, Yolanda came up with an idea and began to show off her so called acquaintance with Horace.

Fortunately, Horace had told Clara what had happened between him and Yolanda last night. Otherwise, what Yolanda said would really affect Clara's mood.

"You should know that it was Horace who asked me to shoot the advertisement and I became the spokesperson of Solrace. So, I know that Horace must like me and want to chase me, so he asked me to model in the advertisement."

What Yolanda said was exactly the same as what Clara knew. It seemed that Horace didn't lie to her. He was very honest to her.

A waiter brought two cups of coffee. Yolanda ordered a cup of cappuccino, and Clara got a cup of expresso.

Seeing the coffee ordered by Clara, Yolanda snorted, "Such a poor taste."

Poor taste?

One year, Clara specially made a report about coffee. It took her a week to understand the origin, production and operation of coffee. Her dream was to find a place to run a coffee shop with her pension when she grew old in the future.

She still remembered that in the past, Darren often took Clara to various coffee shops in Stratmont and participated in various cultural activities. He joked that he was willing to be the cup of coffee in Clara's hand, so that she could take care of him every day.

With a silly smile, Clara replied, "Do you think you're a pearl in my palm?"

The color of that year had faded, and after so many trials and hardships, she and Darren who had sworn to be together for the rest of their lives had already had someone to live with.

Clara forced herself to snap out of her reminiscence.

"Well, I have said so much, so you should understand that giving up is your only way out. You cannot compete with me," said Yolanda.

It seemed that if Clara didn't say anything, Yolanda wouldn't let her go. Maybe she would keep chattering the whole morning. But Clara had a lot of work to do. For example, how to type out the photos of Yolanda and Horace and where the photos could be typeset so that the photos were more exciting.

Clara took a sip of her black coffee, natural and pure.

She said slowly, "Although you are very confident, I don't think Mr. Kirkland is as familiar with you as you described. Can you tell me more details?"

Why not take this opportunity to get what she needed for the news story?

"Okay. Then I'll tell you. You think I'm the obsessive one? I'll never forget the way Horace looked at me when he saw me for the first time. His eyes were full of affection. If it weren't for the presence of others, I think he would have pounced at me and hugged me on the spot. It really was love at first sight!" Yolanda answered, unaware of what Clara was up to.

While talking, she became excited.

In fact, when Horace first saw Yolanda, there was indeed admiration in his eyes, but it was not like what she had described. He just felt that he had made a good decision. Yolanda was indeed the best candidate for the product spokesperson. Obviously, Yolanda misinterpreted this appreciation.

Clara thought it was necessary to wake up Yolanda. She couldn't be so stubborn anymore. Otherwise, it was not a good thing for herself and Horace.

"Really? But I don't think so. Mr. Kirkland and you are not that close."

Yolanda raised her hand, deliberately sighed, "Alas, men are always keen on face-saving. He is shy. You know nothing."

"In my opinion, your relationship with him doesn't seem to be so close that... you two have a chance to stay in a room?"

What Clara said reminded her of what happened in Horace's office this morning. She got angry, "That's because we deliberately keep a distance from each other. Do you think you are better than me? Humph, you are just a mistress, maybe less than a mistress. The biggest winner is not you, nor me, but the wife of Mr. Kirkland."

The coffee in Clara's mouth almost gushed out, and she was choked by the word "Mrs. Kirkland" from Yolanda.

The wife of Mr. Kirkland…

Was her.

It seemed that this title had become a thorn in the flesh of many people's eyes. Some were envious, some were jealous, some resentful, and some speculated. Clara thought it was not easy to be Mrs. Kirkland. She had offended a lot of people for no reason.