Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 392

Clara pulled out her hand slightly and lowered her head, not knowing what to say. Now she clearly knew that Andre was sincere with her, but she didn't know how to get along with him.

"Andre, thank you for caring so much about me and Neo. But you know, I've always treated you as a friend." Clara wanted to make things clear with Andre. What she couldn't stand the most was the ambiguous relationship between men and women, just like the relationship between Horace and Laura before.

Moreover, since she did not like Andre, there was no need to waste his time and energy. She did not know how to repay today's favor.

"Then you can treat me as your friend." Although Andre felt a sharp pain in his heart, he still maintained the gentleness on the surface.

"Clara, I'm not asking you to do things for me. It's an unconscious thing for me to like you, and I can't control myself. If I've beset you, I apologize. I hope that you won't keep your distance from me because of this."

Hearing Andre's words, Clara was at a loss. She didn't have many love experiences in her life, so she really didn't know how to refuse a person she didn't like.

If it hadn't been for what had happened today, she might have refused Andre directly. But now, facing him who was injured for her, she couldn't say anything cruel.

Moreover, after getting along with him for such a long time, she knew that Andre was a somewhat conceited person. But now he was willing to apologize to her for his love. Clara had to admit that she was touched by Andre's words and actions.

"No." Clara shook her head. "Andre, whatever, thank you. You are still injured and need a good rest. Let's not talk about these things, okay? Let's talk after you recover."

"Okay, let's talk about it after I'm discharged from the hospital." Andre nodded.

It wasn't that he didn't see the embarrassment in Clara's eyes. He also knew that Clara didn't refuse because she was concerned about his health.

But this also showed that there was still a trace of concern for him in her heart. Maybe he could get a chance?

And even if there was only a small chance, he would never give up!

While Horace was having a video conference in his office, Isaac suddenly pushed the door open and entered. He looked very anxious. "Sir..."

Before Isaac could finish his sentence, Horace raised his hand and interrupted him. He gave Isaac a warning look before turning his head and continuing to discuss his work with the people in the video.

Isaac was in a hurry to report to Horace about the news he had just received, but he couldn't disturb Horace's work. He could only stand by and wait anxiously.

About ten minutes later, Horace finally ended the video conference. Before Horace could ask anything, Isaac could not wait, "Sir, Mrs. Kirkland encountered a man with a knife in the opera house..."

"What?" Hearing that Clara had encountered a criminal, Horace suddenly stood up. "Is she okay? Did she get hurt? Where is she now?"

Horace asked the questions that had surfaced in his mind one after another. But in fact, he was afraid of hearing Isaac's reply. Horace couldn't allow anything to happen to Clara.

"Mrs. Kirkland is now in Pine Valley Medical Center, and a man with her..."

Before Isaac could finish his sentence, he saw a black shadow flying past him. He took another look and saw that Horace was no longer in the office.

She was in the hospital, and Horace thought that she must be injured. Horace entered the elevator anxiously and pressed the elevator button of the underground parking lot. He didn't know if she was injured. Was it serious?

Why was the elevator so slow today? Did the maintenance department check the maintenance regularly?

Staring at the number that was continuously decreasing on the display screen, Horace felt a surge of anger running through his body. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to suppress it.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he rushed out and went straight to his parking space.

On the way to the hospital, the image of Clara lying on the ground covered in blood kept appearing in Horace's mind. He knew that it was pretty ominous to imagine things like that, but he just couldn't drive these images out of his mind.

"She'll be fine, don't panic, don't think too much. She'll definitely be fine..." He kept saying these words to comfort himself. Only then did Horace manage to control the hand that was holding the steering wheel and stops it from shaking so violently.

He drove all the way to the hospital. When he was about to ask the nurse which ward Clara was in, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and stopped.

"Be careful, take a step forward." Clara carefully supported Andre and complained, "The doctor said that you'd better lie in bed and rest now. Don't move too much. What if the wound cracks again?"

"It's not that serious," Andre replied with a smile. "I'm always lying on the bed, and I'm so bored. I'm in a much better mood after walking out for a while. If I'm in a good mood, isn't it also beneficial to my recovery?"

Hearing Andre's words, Clara no longer retorted. She was more careful to help Andre walk for fear that his injury would get worse.

As the wound on Andre's back was below his shoulder, Clara could only place one of his arms on her shoulder, while one of her arms was on the back of his waist to stabilize his body to prevent him from falling.

Looking at Clara, who was leaning against his chest, and feeling the heat of her hand on the back of his waist, Andre's mouth curved into a smile. He deeply felt that his injury this time was worth it.

However, this was not what Horace had expected to see.

Seeing that Clara was not injured, his first reaction was to let out a deep sigh of relief. But another breath surged up from the bottom of his heart.

Andre Hansen! He still remembered the man's name. How could he be in the hospital? And it seemed that he was seriously injured. Didn't Isaac say that it was Clara who was injured? What the hell was going on?

However, these questions only flashed across Horace's mind. At this moment, all of his attention was focused on the hand that Clara had used to hold Andre.

Couldn't he take a wheelchair when he was injured? Must he go out for a walk like this? How did they become so intimate?

Just as Horace was lost in his own thoughts, Isaac rushed over in a huff.

Before he could finish his words, Horace hurriedly left. He chased after Horace and went downstairs, but he still didn't catch up with him. He could only drive behind his car and come here.

Just as he was about to finish his words with Horace, Isaac noticed that he was staring at a certain place with a terrible expression. Following his line of sight, Isaac also saw Clara and Andre.