Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 268

After a week in hospital, Clara had almost recovered and then left the hospital.

Horace had a meeting to attend on the day she left the hospital so he asked Isaac to pick Clara up from the hospital.

Horace had been quite busy until midnight. When he got back home and opened the door of the bedroom, Clara was already asleep.

He then took off his suit gently and crept to the bedside. Horace lifted the quilt softly but Clara was still wakened by his move.

"Oh, you're back," Clara rubbed her eyes and murmured. She waited until 11 and Horace didn't get back. Clara thought he would spend the whole night at Solrace.

"Sorry for waking you up," Horace caressed Clara's cheeks and apologized to her softly.

Hearing his apology and noticing how exhausted he was, Clara was suddenly overwhelmed by her love and sympathy for her man.

She hung on Horace's neck and kissed him.

Horace was stunned for a second before he also took Clara's waist and kissed back.

Just a few weeks ago, Clara had been in a cold war with Horace and then she had to live in the hospital. Passion rose in the two's mind, the couple who missed each other so much.

He gradually pressed Clara onto the bed and put his fingers into her dress. The coldness on his fingers made Clara treble all over.

"Horace," she mumbled subconsciously.

Her voice stopped Horace, who looked up at Clara. The mixed feelings in his eyes made Clara fail to understand why he was staring at her.

"Sorry, I forgot you've just recovered," Horace said after a while of silence.

"No, I just…" Clara wanted to say she was alright. But she didn't know how to explain.

"I'll take a shower first. You don't have to wait for me." Horace stroked her head and walked to the bathroom.

Clara was a bit stunned on the bed. Was that over? Horace just lied beside Clara with her waist in arms and didn't do anything else.

The following few days, Clara felt like Horace was acting a bit weird. He was gentle to her but he didn't make much body contact with her. He didn't show any intention to have sex with her no matter how Clara hinted him.

Mixed feelings began to surge through Clara's mind. She was confused, anxious, and sad. Did Horace get tired of her?

No, definitely not!

Clara consoled herself. Maybe he was just worried about her health condition.

One day Horace went to work in the morning while Clara was still lying on the bed. In fact, she didn't sleep well these days.

She was indulging in her wondering for an hour and she didn't know what she was thinking. Then she got up and took her laptop.

She opened Google and she was hesitating whether she should type in that question or not. It was the first time for her to search that. Soon she got flushed over and she tried so hard to calm down.

Then she still typed, "Why my husband doesn't want to have sex with me?"

Then she halted for a while before she finally made up her mind to press the "Enter" button.

Various reasons were shown up on the screen.

"He is getting tired of you, old lady."

"You should be careful. He might be cheating on you."

"Maybe you should take a look at your flabby waist."

…

She browsed through the answers given by other people and then she closed her laptop with rage. No single answer could explain what happened to her now!

Then she opened her laptop again and typed, "How to flirt with my husband?"

Luckily, this time the answers were not as ridiculous as that of the former question. But they made Clara flush again. Now she knew how other women hinted their husband to have sex with them.

Clara determined to adopt one of those answers to buy a sexy nightwear and seduce Horace.

She imagined how she would flirt with Horace and she found it quite embarrassing.

She was too shy to buy one in a brick-and-motor store so she purchased one online. She chose one that sold best.

After she told the seller her height and weight, the seller said, "Your husband won't be able to resist to press you onto the bed after he saw your hourglass figure in our nightwear."

Then such a scene came into her mind. She was too shy to reply and made the payment instantly.

Then she found her shirt had been wet with her sweat. Then she stood up and took a shower.

A few days later, Clara finally received the nightwear.

It shouldn't be called a nightwear in fact. It was merely a layer of silk and her breasts and butt could be seen clearly through it.

When they had dinner tonight, Clara didn't have a single word with Horace and she even refrained herself from having any eye contact with him.

"Do you feel unhappy today?" Horace was a bit worried as he noticed her weird actions.

Clara suddenly looked up and said, "No, definitely not."

"Good."

Clara nodded and continued eating.

Horace was a bit confused but he didn't ask too much.

After she took a shower at night, she stared at the nightwear and didn't know whether she should put it on or not. But after a while she still decided to carry out her plan.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Clara felt a bit awkward. But she had to admit she indeed looked quite tempting in that nightwear.

She took a deep breath and got out of the bathroom. But the next moment she got back to the bathroom and murmured, "How could I go to see Horace in this?"

She rubbed her flushed face and stood behind the door.

"Come on, Clara!" finally she opened the door and encouraged herself.