Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 151 That Man Two Years Ago

Outside the window, there was a hotel.

The Millennium Hotel.

Clara couldn't believe it.

Horace took her to the Millennium Hotel, a place where her heart was broken, a place where she lost

herself to a man she did not even know!

Clara looked at Horace with her face turned pale, "Why are we here?"

Horace did not say a word. He walked her out of the car and into the lobby.

Everyone in the hotel knew who Horace was. The staff bowed to him and Clara respectfully and sent

them into the elevator.

Clara's hands trembled. She didn't understand why Horace did all this, but she knew that she didn't

want to come to this place!

She was filled up with fear and disgust.

He held her hand in his as he had felt all of her feelings.

After getting out of the elevator, Horace took Clara to the door of this room. When Clara saw the room

number, the last trace of blood on her face faded.

She recognized this room. She could never forget this number.

This was the room where it all happened two years ago.

Clara felt like she was gonna be swallowed by a blackhole.

The painful memories from two years ago flooded her mind and Clara felt that she was about to faint. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Horace said, "Shall we go in?"

"No." Clara refused. "I don't want to go in there again. I hate this place. Horace, can we please go?"

Horace insisted, "Clara, there are things you can't escape from. You must face them with courage.

Besides..."

It seemed that he wanted to tell her something, but he stopped.

Clara had no courage to talk about the scandal two years ago in front of a man she cared about.

She remembered that she was drugged by someone at a party two years ago. Her body was as

burning as hell and she felt strength was all escaping from her body.

At that time, she was really confused and dizzy, but she knew that she had to leave that party as soon

as possible.

She got out of the door, but then she was taken to this hotel by someone she did not know. She was

taken into the elevator and then into the room.

She remembered a man holding her so tight that she couldn't escape or call for help.

She wanted to, but she was so weak and almost unconscious.

She tried to fight or yell. But her voice attracted no one's attention.

She felt desperate as she knew at that time that horrible things were about to happen to her.

She wanted to run away. But no matter how hard she tried, her feet and arms would not move.

She was frightened, but her head became dizzier and dizzier.

Later that night, she was taken to the room, pushed to the bed, and swallowed up. The drug made her

so vulnerable that the man took advantage of it.

Clara didn't want to recall what happened next at this time. Every time she recalled it, her heart bled as

if it was stabbed by a sharp knife.

Over the years, every time she thought of this, it would stir up the hatred in her heart.

Who drugged her drink? Why did this person set her up? She could not think of what she had done

wrong.

After that night, Clara knew that she would never be able to face Darren again. She was sad. Her sky

turned gray and gloomy. It was like the end of her world. She had lost all hope.

Looking at the room in front of her and recalling those memories, Clara was in such a bad mood that

she wanted to leave.

But Horace half-dragged her here.

Clara looked at him and said in a sad voice, "Horace, why did you do this? I don't want to be here. I

don't want any gifts anymore."

However, this time he seemed to be exceptionally persistent, as he looked at Clara, and, his eyes were

shining like gold in the darkness, "Clara, please just trust me."

Those simple words made Clara hesitate for a while, and finally, she followed him into the room.

The room was still the same as it had been, just like what was Clara's memory, dark and suffocating.

Horace didn't seem to notice her pale face. He took her to the side of the bed.

Clara lowered her head and dared not look at Horace. She was afraid that he would care about her

past. Now they had been in this place, and he had known all about it, would he dislike her because she

had been with a man she even did not know? Or worse, would he leave her because of it?

"Look at me, Clara." Horace whispered to her, "Look at me, baby."

Clara slowly raised her head and met Horace's eyes.

Horace's eyes seemed to be burning. He whispered, "Now, close your eyes, close them for me."

Clara was unable to think about what Horace was going to do, but she listened to him.

Horace turned off the light.

He gently laid Clara on the bed, press his lips on hers, and gave her a long, tender kiss.

Clara could not relax. What was he doing? Did he want to have sex with her in this room where she

had the most heart-breaking experience of her life?

She whispered, "Horace, Horace, stop, please don't..."

"Why not?" Horace gently kissed her and whispered, "What is wrong with this place?"

Horace was a good kisser. Her body had gradually softened. His fingers were warm and powerful and

slid across her breast. Clara could not help but expect more. She started to respond to her man.

He let her hold him.

In the dark, she saw that his eyes were especially bright. She looked forward to Horace's further

exploration of her body. But at such a moment, Horace suddenly stopped.

In the dark, he asked her in a low voice, "Does this remind you of anything?"

He continued to touch her smooth skin, inch by inch, passing through dangerous places, full of infinite

provocation, but he just didn't give Clara what she wanted most.

Horace's question flustered Clara. There were only bad memories here. What else could she think of?

Was he going to be mad at her so that he did not want to go on with what they were doing?

Clara said incoherently, "What is it? I can't think of anything."

Horace seemed to have the answer in his head, "Clara, don't you think this feeling is familiar?"

Clara realized that something was wrong with Horace and frowned, "Horace, what do you mean?"

Seeing that Clara was unwilling to think of anything, he knew that she must still be reluctant to recall

anything about that night.

Horace finally stopped tormenting poor Clara and whispered, "The man two years ago."

Clara froze and heard Horace speak again, "I found that man."

Clara was stunned. Her body began to tremble and her face blanched.