Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 136

Horace remembered it all!

That night, two years ago, Horace was attending a dinner party where famous people gathered.

At the dinner party, he argued with Logan over Laura. While arguing with Logan, he noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker in consciousness, and his body was burning as if he had a fever.

Later, he realized that perhaps the wine he had just drunk was not right like someone had drugged him. He feared he was in danger and rushed to get Isaac to take him to the nearest hotel.

Horace thought of this, grabbed the phone and called Isaac, "Hello? Isaac, do you remember a party two years ago when I came out and said I hadn't been drinking properly and asked you to take me to the nearest hotel? Do you remember that happening? What was the name of that hotel?"

Not knowing how Isaac would have answered over the phone, Alastair watched as Horace's phone slowly fell from his hands.

Alastair asked, "What did Isaac say? Did he send you to the Millennium Hotel, did he?"

Horace nodded, unable to believe it was true. Such a coincidence?

"Indeed!"

Alastair asked, "So, do you remember what happened next, Horace?"

Horace was convinced by Isaac's confirmation that his memory was correct. He remembered the whole story.

That day, Isaac had taken him to the Millennium Hotel, and since the hotel's upscale suites were full, Isaac had given him a regular room so he could get some rest, and then Isaac had gone back to get him a change of clothes.

Horace remembered that the drugs were so potent that his body felt on fire, and he couldn't help but unbutton his shirt to feel calmer.

However, after a short while, Horace's body started to stir again, like a purring cat that had to find a woman.

Horace couldn't stand it any longer; his body was so uncomfortable that it felt like a bomb had been planted.

He had to go out and find a woman to solve his problem, and the sooner, the better!

Horace remembered that he was stumbling out the door, his face burning and mouth dry. He found an old man in the next room, helping a drunken woman get a room.

Horace thought that an old man with such lewd looks holding a limp, beautiful woman in his arms must not be in a relationship; this woman must be taking money from him to provide him with a service!

Great, there was a stranger woman right before him. Just get this deal.

Horace stopped the old man straight away. Of course, the old man didn't comply at first. Still, seeing that Horace had offered him several times as much money and that Horace was dressed in regal clothes and was no ordinary person, the old man had to give up and handed over an unconscious beauty into Horace's arms walked away.

Next, Horace helped the woman into the room. Then, he turned into a beast and pounced on the woman lying on the bed, and he smelled her hair; there was a fresh, faint floral scent.

Horace guessed, could it be that the woman he had bought that night was Clara?

But he couldn't remember what the woman looked like at the time; her eyebrows and eyes seemed very similar to Clara's, including her body and skin and the smell of her hair, all very intimate.

Alastair looked at Horace's expression and suddenly interrupted his recollection, smiled and asked him, "Hey man, shouldn't I congratulate you!"

Horace was stunned, but inwardly, he was filled with joy.

Clara's first time wasn't to an older man or some other silk-scarfed guy, but himself!

It seemed that Horace had remembered all of it.

Sure enough, Alastair's suspicions were correct! Now he could clear his name!

Alastair said, "Its fate that the two of you have come to meet each other! So, you and sister-in-law are having a shotgun wedding! Gee, you guys are so bold!"

Horace turned on him again and said, "I forbid you to talk about Clara like that."

Alastair said, "I'm talking about you! Now that's a relief for you. Dude, you gave me a job, and I did it with honor! You see... my silk scarf factory, can I start running again? You can't go rogue!"

Horace said, "OPEN, and have your silk scarf factory open tomorrow. Now, you can go back."

Alastair wanted to get drunk with Horace until dawn, and he kicked him out. What a man with a wife and no brotherhood.

Anyway, the truth was out, Horace had remembered, and he was destined to have a hard night's sleep.

When Horace returned to his room, Clara was already asleep, and Horace looked at her face. She was sleeping soundly, with a smile on her lips, wondering what good dreams she was having.

Her narrow shoulders were half exposed, and Horace could not resist reaching out to touch them. Afraid of disturbing her sleep, he dared not move, pulling the quilt up to cover her shoulders.

The moment he did so, Horace thought again of that night two years ago.

He remembered that night, but because it had happened so unexpectedly, he didn't remember it was the Millennium Hotel, nor did he think it was such a coincidence.

Horace remembered that he had had a very relaxing time that night, a rare occasion when he had not resisted a strange woman, after the number of women who had offered themselves to him before, all of whom he had firmly rejected.

He thought it was because the drug was too potent and he couldn't control himself, but now he thought it was Clara that he didn't resist.

Thinking about it, Horace felt that he and Clara were meant to be in the dark.

A hurried night two years ago had brought them back to meet, marry and love each other again one day two years later.

Could it be that on that night, he had come to like her? Why else had he not resisted her body but rather lusted for it and reminisced it somewhat?

Horace remembers that two years ago, after a night of comfort, he woke up to find the bed surprisingly stained with blood and realized that the woman had given her first time to him, which was precious to a woman.

Horace was afraid of short-changing the woman and asked Isaac to leave her $10,000 as compensation.

Because it was late at night, the room was unlit, and the woman was lying with her back to him, he did not get a good look at her, so when Clara appeared in front of him, he did not recognize her either.

His memory of that night was confusing and vague. He wouldn't have remembered it if Alastair hadn't reminded him today.

As Horace was lost in thought, Clara rolled over in bed, and her eyes slowly opened to see Horace staring at her, thinking that Alastair must have come and gone.

Clara lay on her back, looking at him, rubbing her eyes sleepily, and asked him, "What's wrong? What are you staring at?"

Horace stroked her head and said gently, "Nothing, I just thought it was nice meeting you."