Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 124 Ugh, Not Her Again

In Solrace.

Horace looked at the invitation to the charity auction on the table and frowned slightly.

This auction was held by Russell's friend, so Horace must attend it with a date.

Horace was puzzled about how to tell Clara about it.

He didn't know whether Clara was willing to attend the auction with him.

After work, when Clara returned home, Horace was waiting for him.

Seeing Clara, Horace felt a little nervous and didn't know what to say.

Clara had been doing a lot of thinking and realized that Horace overreacted because he loved her too

much. After all, Clara was also responsible for being kissed, so Horace's fuming was reasonable.

Instead, if he was actually indifferent to it, Clara would also be sad. Horace's anger meant that he did

love Clara.

Not having talked for so many days, both Clara and Horace wanted to be reconciled with each other.

However, none of them was willing to take the initiative to apologize.

Horace grabbed the invitation, thinking that perhaps this was a good opportunity for them to be

reconciled.

Clara kept ignoring Horace these days. She was always left alone with a frown, which almost killed

Horace.

Horace sat in the wheelchair, handed the invitation to Clara, and whispered, "Clara, this is the invitation

to a charity auction. Would you like to go with me?"

Clara took the invitation but didn't open it.

Clara remained angry and could not forgive Horace. She was angry that Horace pretended as if

nothing had happened. Clara felt that Horace thought nothing of her feelings and didn't that she

couldn't disentangle herself with the past.

Clara said, "I've never been to such a fancy charity event, so I don't want to embarrass you."

Hearing this, Horace put on a long face and persuaded, "This auction is held by Grandpa's friend. If

you don't attend it, Grandpa will be sad and angry. He has always been nice to you."

Clara didn't want to annoy Russell and she was also afraid that Russell would realize something

unusual between her and Horace.

Thinking of this, Clara had no choice but to agree to go with Horace.

However, Clara did not have a suitable dress for the auction. Also, she was not good at ding make-up.

This event indeed posed a challenge to her.

Horace could read Clara's mind. He felt Clara looked very cute when she frowned.

Horace made a phone call to Isaac and asked him to deal with that. Because Clara refused to make

their relationship clear to the public, Horace had to ask Isaac to arrange this.

Clara gave Horace a grateful look. However, Clara still couldn't forgive him.

They both were silent for a moment, and Horace suddenly said, "I don't want to sleep in the study

tonight."

Clara's heart softened. The bed in the study was not as comfortable as that in the bedroom, so Horace

must have had a hard time these days.

Nonetheless, Clara said, "You're the owner of this house, so you can do whatever you want."

After Horace returned to the bedroom, he and Clara slept on either side of the bed.

The next day, Clara was taken by Isaac to a high-end private club. Clara took a bath spa at first, which

greatly relaxed her. Overcome with the smell of the essential oils, Clara felt her blues were gradually

cured. It did have a positive effect on her mood.

With light makeup and a princess-like hairstyle, Clara looked distinguished and charming.

Clara put on the mint-green dress Horace prepared for her. It was designed by a famous designer. In

this dress, Clara looked lovely, elegant, and noble.

All the people present, including Isaac, could not help admiring her for a moment.

Isaac suddenly realized that women did need suitable clothes!

Clara was actually a great beauty!

Horace hurriedly arrived and waited for Clara to come out in the lobby of the clubhouse.

In a formal suit, Horace looked very handsome. Although in the wheelchair, he remained charming and

could always attract the attention of women.

When Clara walked out of the door, Horace was stunned. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Clara was as beautiful as a real princess. She was elegant but lovely, with an attractive and perfect

figure.

Although Clara still didn't want to talk to Horace, considering Russell, she still decided to cooperate

with Horace. She held his arm and set off to the auction.

The charity auction was held in a luxurious hotel. After Horace wheeled himself in, with Clara, who was

well-dressed, they attracted much attention from the crowd.

Clara and Horace first ran into Darren and Ashlee.

Ashlee's eyes were filled with jealousy and envy.

Because of Horace, Clara successfully married into the purple!

In the past, Clara always wore the cheapest clothes. When shopping, Clara was often thought of as

Ashlee's maid.

But now, Clara was well-dressed and able to attend such a noble auction with those born with a silver

spoon. How ridiculous!

Darren almost fixed his eyes on Clara. He thought Clara was extremely beautiful, like the princess in a

well-known film.

Ashlee walked up and said gloomily, "My goodness. Clara, I can hardly recognize you! Look at your

dress. You used to be very ugly and poor."

Horace's gaze turned cold as he glared at Ashlee.

It sent a chill down Ashlee's spine, so she stooped and looked away at once.

Horace wheeled himself to Darren and said in a cold voice, "Just stay away from who doesn't belong to

you. It is different from the auction. No matter how much you offered, you can't win her heart."

Horace's tone was super dominating.

Horace and Clara were legally married. Thus, whatever Horace said or did, Darren could not contradict

or do anything.

Clara did not pay attention to either Horace or Darren. She was reminded of the kiss and the call, and

then she felt very embarrassed.

Every time she got embarrassed, she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Clara said to Horace. "You can go in first. I need to use the bathroom."

Before Horace could say anything, Clara strode away.

Ashlee rolled her eyes at Clara and said to Darren, "Let's go inside."

After saying that, she held Darren's arm to the inner hall.

After finishing, Clara washed her hands and stared at herself in the mirror in a trance. She wondered

whether she was Horace's elegant wife or that poor girl who couldn't even make a living. For a

moment, Clara couldn't tell who she was. Only then did Clara realize that she had changed a lot.

On the way out of the bathroom, Clara almost bumped into someone.

When Clara looked up, she froze.

It was Yolanda Zachman, that actress. Clara didn't expect her to be here as well.