Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 203

"I want to ask for a leave and I will be back tomorrow."

Caught by rage, Clara immediately asked for a leave and rushed out of Darren's office.

The whole GLAM was again boiled by gossips as long as Clara ran out of the CEO office.

"Look at her. She is angry."

"Well, maybe it is because our Editor-in-chief can't help her, lollllll."

Clara cast a glare at them, which quieted them down but failed to stop them from observing her in a bizarre and gossiping expression. Clara could not stand their looks anymore, so she had to leave GLAM immediately.

She finally decided that she should go to Solrace Corporation right now as soon as possible and, together with Horace, find out the news writer and spreader.

She called a taxi as soon as she left GLAM. Unsurprisingly, she caught everyone's attention when she arrived at Solrace. She believed that they must have read the news or they wouldn't stare at her in such strange looks.

"Look, she's here, our Mrs. Kirkland. She came here in such a hurry. Maybe the news was true."

"Maybe. After all, Mr. Kirkland is indeed disabled. Yet, all in all, we can't tell."

"It was said that she was once pregnant. Who was the biological father? I remember that Mr. Kirkland was excited about that news. Well, it shouldn't be…"

"We can't tell. You know, cats always hide their claws."

"Shush! Here she comes. She will hear us."

People were crowding together, gossiping in a low voice. They would cast looks at her from time to time but seemed to be afraid that she would hear what they were talking about.

Clara had neither time nor mood for these people and their gossips. She took the private lift specially designed for Horace and arrived at the CEO office.

Horace, Horace.

She wanted to be with him and leave all the other stuff behind.

Even Horace's secretary who was sitting outside the office did not greet her but let her in directly. However, all in all, at that moment, Clara did not care about her greeting.

Seeing that Clara entered the office in such a hurry, the secretary thought about the news and believed that Clara was there to explain her sins to Mr. Kirkland. How poor Mr. Kirkland was!

Although Horace was disabled, he was such a wonderful man that he was not only kind to Clara, but also kind to all his staff.

He was so excited about Clara's pregnancy that he had even taken off his poker face and put on a bright smile for a long time. Now he must be sad about the news.

Thinking about the news, the secretary stared at Clara with more disgust in her eyes.

Horace was reading business documents when Clara entered the office.

Seeing that Horace was concentrating on his work, Clara was suddenly relieved from her anxiety. She now believed that what they needed was never other people's trust but always their mutual trust.

Horace seemed to feel the arrival of Clara. He looked up and found her standing by the door.

Noticing that Clara was breathless, Horace, in shock, drove his wheelchair towards her and held her hands, "Why did you come here in such a hurry?"

"Did you know about the news?" not sure about whether he knew the news or not, Clara ventured.

"You mean the news about us?" His answer made Clara realize that he had already heard the news. However, how could he stay calm while she herself came there anxiously in such a hurry?

"Yes! They said that…" Horace's calm made Clara feel sorry for him. How could those people defame him in such a way when they did not even know him?

He was never disabled! He was only pretending to be disabled and, of course, he was never infertile.

Horace gave her a brisk laugh, which showed that he did not care about the news at all.

He stood up from the wheelchair, led Clara to sit on the sofa and began to comfort her, "Well, forget those people and the news. Do you know how to clarify the rumor effectively?"

Puzzled, Clara looked up at him. What did he mean? Had he already figured out the solution?

"How? Tell me!" Clara asked anxiously. She did not care about those gossips about her anymore, but she hated those nonsenses defaming Horace.

Horace had already suffered a lot from pretending to be disabled for all these years, and she could not stand those malicious gossips maligning him anymore.

Horace got closer to Clara, gently pushed her hair back, dotingly rubbed her face and looked at her with profound love in his eyes.

Although Clara was anxious about the news, Horace's touch and look made her blush.

"You've figured out the solution, right? What's that?" Clara asked haltingly. She felt that her heart was beating more and more wildly as he looked at her in such an intent way.

Noticing that Clara was shy and blushing, Horace felt that his love for her was going to overflow from his mouth. A gentle kiss fell on Clara's lips and a tight hug wrapped her waist. He led her to lie down on the sofa and covered her with his whole body.

"That is, you get pregnant now," after whispering this to Clara, Horace started another deep kiss. His hands gently touched every part of her body and helped her take off her clothes.

From lips to neck, the kiss moved slowly to cover every inch of her body.

Horace's kiss was so unexpected that she tried to stop him by pushing him away. She turned her head around and cast a look at the door and said, "Don't. We are in your office now and we can't have sex here."

"It doesn't matter. The office is soundproofed enough. Concentrate."

Horace then gave a small bite on Clara's neck, which seemed to warn her to concentrate and stop thinking about other stuff.

"Ha…"

Horace's bite activated all of her nerves and cells, which made her toes crooked, and she gave a purr.

Clara Sleman's purr was so flirting that the desire in Horace's eyes began to flame more wildly. He gave her another kiss and, in the meantime, took the remote control on the table to turn off the light and draw the curtain skillfully.

Clara was gradually absorbed in Horace's kiss and touch. She stopped pushing him away but put her arms around his neck and began to move her body according to his needs.

Clothes were scattered on the floor.

Love filled the air.

Clara's was relieved from her anxiety by his love and gradually calmed down.

Indeed, he was right. Gossips never mattered and their mutual trust was strong and forever. They did not need to care about what other people were saying.

Having faith in their mutual trust, Clara hugged him more tightly.