Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 229

Upon hearing Logan's words, the corners of Laura's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Brother, I miss you so much..." She turned around and hugged Logan tightly. Laura acted like a spoiled child just like before, just like she had never left for so many years.

After returning home, Horace put Clara on the sofa, then turned around, walked into the room, and took out a medicine box.

Horace took over the alcohol with a cotton stick and carefully disinfected Clara's wound.

"Err." The alcohol rubbed against her wound, and Clara felt as if she had been bitten by a bee. She couldn't help but pull back her foot.

He used a little strength to fix Clara's ankle. Horace looked up at her and said, "Almost there, don't move. Can't let the wound be infected." His tone was gentle, and his eyes were full of love and worries.

Looking down at Horace, who was treating her wound, Clara thought of the scene in the cemetery where he protected Laura in his arms. She did not know whether she should be happy or sad.

After wrapping the wound with bandages, Horace closed the first aid kit and placed it on the tea table beside him. He got up and sat down beside Clara.

"Clara, let's have a talk." Horace stared at Clara seriously. "There are some things that I want to make clear to you. I..."

"I'm thirsty. I want to drink some water." Clara suddenly interrupted Horace. After that, she wanted to get up and go to the kitchen.

"I'll get it. Don't move." Having stopped Clara who was about to get up, Horace went to the kitchen to pick up a cup of warm water for her.

Taking the cup, Clara looked down at the water in the cup and drank it little by little.

"Clara, we..." After seeing Clara slowly finish a glass of water, Horace spoke again.

However, Clara interrupted him again. "Horace, I want to take a shower first. I was surrounded by them just now and was covered in sweat. It's uncomfortable."

Horace looked at Clara suspiciously and replied, "Okay, it's not convenient for you to take a shower. I'll help you."

"There's no need!" Clara quickly refused. "I... I'll be careful myself. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Let's go." Ignoring Clara's words, Horace bent down and wanted to pick her up.

"You don't have to help me," Pulling down Horace's outstretched hands, Clara looked at him with a firm attitude. "I can do it myself."

"I'll carry you to the bathroom." Seeing that Clara insisted, Horace had no choice but to agree.

"Okay."

After carrying Clara to the bathroom, Horace moved a bench over with his feet and let Clara sit on it. "Can you really do it yourself?" He was really worried about her being alone, so he confirmed it again.

"Yes." Clara lowered her head in response. After adjusting the temperature to the proper temperature, she turned around and left the bathroom.

After seeing the bathroom door close, Clara breathed a sigh of relief. His stiff body also relaxed. He looked at his feet wrapped in bandages in a daze, and there was no movement for a long time.

Closing the bathroom door, Horace looked in the direction of the bathroom with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Just like that, the two of them were separated by a door, thinking about their own matters.

After taking a shower with difficulty, Clara found that there was no change of clothes in the bathroom, so he had to wrap herself in a bath towel.

After changing into her pajamas in the bedroom, she had just turned around after closing the wardrobe when she saw Horace standing behind her.

She lowered her head and avoided Horace's eyes. Clara only felt that her heart was beating very fast.

In the end, he couldn't avoid what was supposed to come.

"Clara, listen to me..."

"Horace, I'm tired. Shall we go to sleep?" Clara bypassed Horace and wanted to walk to the bed. She knew what he wanted to say. She didn't want to hear him talk about that thing.

He gently grabbed Clara's arm and trapped her between himself and the wardrobe. He raised his hand to caress Clara's cheek, and his tone was full of helplessness.

"Clara, what are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?" Clara was also asking herself what she was afraid of.

The scene where Horace tried his best to protect Laura, the scene of him in a daze when he saw she was wearing clothes similar to Laura's, the scene where Horace told her with a cold face that he did not like the blue roses and wanted her to throw the flowers away and the scene that Horace smiled and said happy birthday to Laura... All the past memories flashed through Clara's mind.

How could she not be afraid of these things?

Horace still couldn't forget Laura. If Laura's death could cause such a huge impact on Horace, then what about the Laura now, alive and gorgeous?

Thinking of this, Clara felt that her heart was aching so much that she couldn't help but shed tears. How long could she and Horace hold on? When would they be separated?

Clara lowered her head and did not speak. In a short while, large tears fell to the ground.

He reached out and raised Clara's head, which had been lowered. Horace saw that her eyes were red and tears kept flowing down, quickly wetting her face.

With a light sigh, Horace gently wiped Clara's tears with his thumb. "Are you upset about Laura?"

Hearing Horace's direct question, Clara didn't know how to answer.

Of course, she cared. Laura was someone that Horace used to love. In the past ten years, Horace had never forgotten her. A necklace, a pen... every single thing that she left behind was so important to Horace. Now that she was back alive, how could he not care?

But could she tell this to Horace? If she told him that she didn't want Laura to come back and disturb their lives, what would Horace think of her? He would definitely think that she was a vicious woman. How could she have such a vicious thought towards a person who had escaped from death?

Shaking her head gently, Clara's tears dropped even more. She had no way to deceive herself and Horace.

Nodding her head hard, Clara cried so hard that her words were intermittent. "Will you... leave me because of... Laura?" She sobbed.

"My silly girl." Horace's heart ached as he hugged Clara tightly. "Don't worry. Laura's existence won't affect our relationship. To me, she's already the past."

"Then... you just said that you wanted to talk to me. About what? Don't you want to talk about Laura?" Clara asked, not believing Horace's words.

"No, I want to talk to you about our previous quarrel." Looking at Clara's tearful face, he felt distressed and somehow felt a little cute.

Clara, who was so openly jealous, really made him feel... Well, there was a kind of happiness that could not be described.