Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 25 Are You Afraid of Me?

In an instant, Horace pressed himself down onto her. His sturdy body was so close to Clara, and the

musk of a mature man wrapped her up.

"Horace, get off..."

Clara intended to cry out for help, but her words were all smothered by Horace's lips.

He was gentle but possessive, and for sure he wanted to punish her by doing this. Clara had nowhere

to escape and she felt herself sinking into a dark hole...

No! please don't...

Such a feeling reminded her of what happened two years ago. Suddenly, she was shivering with fear

and tears rolled down her face.

Horace seemed to have noticed the woman's trembling under him. He looked up and suddenly froze

when he saw her tears.

He stopped the invasion. He put his hands on both sides of Clara, bowed his head, and said in a low

voice, "Clara, are you afraid of me?"

Clara put her hands around her smooth shoulders, shivering, and she could not say anything at this

moment.

In an instant, Horace felt as if ice water had poured all over his body, and his lust was dispelled all of a

sudden.

He let go of the woman under him. Seeing her pale face and the twinkling tears in her eyes, Horace

suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

God damn!

What the hell did he just do?!

"Clara." He opened his mouth again, with his voice softened a little, and he stretched out his hand to

help her up. But what he did not expect was that as his hands touched her, she immediately hid away

as if there was an electric shock on the tips of his fingers.

This instinctive action from her made Horace hurt as well as agitated.

"Just… have some rest, please." He didn't know what to say at this time. After leaving these words,

Horace turned away and left the room.

After Horace left, Clara lay in bed for a long time before she managed to get up.

It had been two years.

She thought she had already gotten out of the darkness from two years ago, yet what she could not

expect is that once a man approached her, it still brought her back to that hell of a night.

Horace didn't come back to her room the whole night.

The next morning, Clara dawdles downstairs. She was struggling with the fact that she had to confront

Horace at breakfast. In the dining room, Martha told her that Horace went abroad in the middle of the

night.

Clara was stunned.

It seemed that Horace also felt uncomfortable seeing her so he hid away.

Clara couldn't figure out Horace's attitude towards her last night.

Of course, she would not dare to think that Horace had any feelings for her. In her opinion, it was just

an act to show the sovereignty of a man over a woman.

What he was mad at was her confusing relationship with Darren, and this made him possessive of his

wife.

But thinking about his legs, Clara sighed and stopped all that mind wondering. She finished her

breakfast quietly and went to the company.

As soon as she arrived at the company, Clara saw that the whole team of the magazine was chaotic.

She asked one of the employees and learned that the media company in Queensvale, which was

supposed to work with them, had shut down, resulting in the collapse of their bilateral collaboration that

had been planned for more than half a year.

Qeensvale?

Wasn't that the magazine where Mr. Muller worked as a chief editor?

Clara quickly checked this on the Internet, and she was really surprised.

The magazine in Queensvale was indeed a Titanic. It was said that there was someone powerful and

influential that controlled the company in the dark. However, just within a few days, a large number of

lawsuits against it had emerged. As for Muller himself, he was convicted guilty by the name of fake

news and false advertising.

This was too dramatic to be real. Clara started to wonder whether it was a trap set by some mysterious

m that really hated Muller.

Was this guy Horace?

As soon as this idea came up, she shook her head to shake herself off it.

She thought to herself, "This was preposterous fantasy! Clara, although you are Horace's wife, you two

are not even friends. Yes, he saved you that night, but that was all. Do you really believe he would

destroy a man's life just for you?"

Thinking about this, she thought this was just an act of God and evil-doers really got what they had

done to others.

Because of the Queensvale incident, the layout originally scheduled for the next issue of the magazine

would have to be completely changed. Clara was responsible for the revision. After she finished her

part of the job, Eileen Patterson asked her to send it to Darren.

She did not want to. After all, after what happened in Queensvale, she didn't want to see Darren again.

Although before Darren had insulted her many times, this had gone too far. He must have disrespected

and hated her so much that he sent her to be with a man like Muller.

She still kept a little bit of the memory of the beautiful moments she had with him, but now that memory

was destroyed.

She didn't want to see him at all. But she also knew that it was ridiculous to try to hide from him.

From beginning to end, she did nothing wrong. Why would she be the one to run away?

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, took the modified sample, and went to Darren's office.

"Mr. Kirkland," After entering his office Clara didn't even look at him. She just spoke out the words in a

mechanical tone, "This is the revised version. I'll put it here. Please have a check."

She turned away and started to walk out of the room.

"Stop right there."

Unexpectedly, Darren suddenly opened his mouth behind her, and his voice was cold as ice.

Clara's body froze a little bit and she didn't even look back. She answered back, "what else do you

want?"

"Don't you have anything to explain?" the volume of Darren's voice turned up. It seemed that he stood

up and walked toward Clara.

"Explain what?"

"Many. For example, why did you leave Queensvale without my permission?" Darren's voice was

already behind her, and the voice was frightening, "Also, what is the relationship between you and my

uncle?"

Clara shuddered uncontrollably before she turned around and saw Darren's face.

"How did you know?" Clara's voice trembled.

Did he know that she and Horace were a married couple? Did Horace tell him?

Clara was a little flustered.

Although her relationship with Horace was very simple, she still did not know how to answer that

question.

After all, Horace was his uncle, and she was his first love...

"You are asking how I know your relationship with my uncle?" Darren suddenly sneered and

approached Clara. "It doesn't matter how I know. What matters is, Clara, have you made it clear that

you are a married woman? And do you know that my uncle is also a married man!"

Clara, who had been flustered, stared at Darren when she heard his words.

What did he mean by these words?

"Why so silent?" He bellow, as if Clara's silence had enraged him. He grabbed her shoulder, shook her

violently, and his voice became even louder. "Clara! Look what you've become! You're cheating on your

husband, and you've been a homewrecker! Why are you so pathetic now? What happened to the girl I

knew?"