Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Clara cried herself into sleep. The next morning, she found herself lying neatly in her bed, thinking Horace should have come in to tuck her in.

But she didn't see him, which was good, because she didn't want to face him.

After freshening up, Clara went downstairs for breakfast. She had expected Horace to be out, but instead, he was seen sitting at the table.

Clara stood there for a while, wondering if she should turn around or just go down for breakfast.

"Morning, Clara," said Horace, with a unnatural look on his face when he found her, "Come down and eat some breakfast."

Since Horace had invited her, Clara had no choice but to walk toward the table. Instead of sitting next to or across him as usual, she chose the seat farthest away from Horace's.

Horace knew that Clara was mad at him. He had found Clara already asleep when he had come into the bedroom last night. After adjusting her position and tucking her in, he meant to lie beside her, but at the thought of the quarrel they had had, he turned around and went to sleep in the living room.

Sleepless all night, Horace had spent the entire night trying to figure out ways to persuade Clara but to no avail.

If Clara kept thinking she was pregnant with their baby, then how should he talk her into aborting the baby? For the first time in his life, Horace was at his wits' end.

After hesitating for a while, Horace looked at Clara, who buried her face in the breakfast, and said, "Clara, about what we have discussed last night, I..."

Hearing Horace bring the matter up again, Clara held the chopsticks in such a firm grip that her fingers turned bloodless. Was he set on getting rid of the baby?

After a pause, Horace continued to say, "Clara, just do what I say, and stop being so willful, will you? We can't have this baby."

am willful?!" Unable to repress her anger any more, Clara blew her stacks, "Horace, this is our baby, even if it isn't, it's a life, how can you be

suddenly cooled down hearing what Clara had said, "So you mean, even if it isn't our baby, you

his words. "Why isn't

mouth, without saying another word, letting off an icy

further. "Horace, I'm telling you, this is my baby, and I'm not letting

dining room shrouded in an indescribable silence. A baleful undertow flowing between the

that Horace got up and left the dining room after a while. He then took up his briefcase and walked toward the

pointless to continue with the fight, and it wasn't likely that Clara would listen to

space to calm down and figure out the

With a teary face, Clara threw her dish hard on the

In order to cleared the obstacle between him and Laura, he had gone so far to be

her steam, Clara sat down to

baby, then could

and how he had punished Ashlee, afraid that it would never happen. She

out someone who would be able to help her. Oh, right, Russell! Clara finally knew whom to turn

great-grandchild, so he would definitely disagree

the broken dish on the floor, she picked up

Russell was seen taking

to see me

man turned to her with a distressed look in his eyes as he thought of what

Clara soon came forward, seized him by his sleeve