Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 152 The Truth

Clara did not expect Horace actually found that man!

Must be an old and disgusting scumbag. She thought.

Clara thought of her experience two years ago, and her body trembled even more.

No…

She didn't want to know.

At least not here, not at this moment…

"Horace..." Clara's voice was shaking as she spoke, "I don't want to know. Please don't tell me."

"But you must know."

"Horace, do you… do you dislike me?" Clara's tears blocked her eyes.

Horace stared at her, taken aback. "Why?"

"If not, why did you bring me here and why do you have to bring that up right now?"

Horace smiled.

Horace stopped teasing her. He did not want her to be upset anymore.

Horace put his lips to Clara's ears and whispered, "Clara, the man in this room two years ago was me. I

was with you that night."

Clara was shocked!

The man who was with Clara two years ago was Horace! What could it be!

Clara sat up from the bed, looked at Horace, and said, "You must be joking, right? I bet that man you

found must be an old ugly human scum and that's why you take the blame on yourself to keep from me

feeling disgusted and sad, right? Please spare the efforts, just tell me the truth!"

Horace got up and turned on the light. The room lighted up instantly.

Clara said, "That's very kind of you, but I don't want you to carry such a heavy burden alone. I want to

know the truth, even one day you would get tired of me and want me to go."

Horace lifted her chin and said, "You silly, I will never get tired of you! Why it's so hard to convince you

that he was me? You don't want that man to be me?"

If that man really was Horace, well it was obviously better that way for her. However, to be honest, she

really had no impression of that man.

Horace stared at her straight and said to her again, "Listen, Clara. I was here with you that night two

years ago. Seriously."

Horace did not seem to be joking this time. So she asked, "Tell me, what really happened? How could it

be you?"

Horace smiled and started to talk.

After Horace returned from the states, Sean always disliked him, fearing that he would win the love of

their grandfather. He thought Horace was a threat to his career and status in the family.

When Sean learned that his legs were disabled, he still couldn't rest assured. He also wanted to test

whether he was able to have children or not because he did not want any of his brother's offspring to

become the family's successor.

Sean hired many beautiful women and asked them to meet Horace "by chance", but Horace was not

interested in any of them.

As a result, Sean thought of one evil trick.

On that day, not far from the M Hotel, there was an important dinner banquet. At the banquet, Horace

and Logan Hutchinson were arguing, which gave Sean a chance to drug his drink.

Logan and Horace's argument was about Laura, Logan's sister. Horace also had some mood swings at

that moment and that was when he had that drugged drink without any awareness. By the time he

drank that glass of wine, it was already too late. Sean's plan was about to succeed.

Clara frowned when she heard this.

She remembered that Sean was also a member of the Kirkland family. They were brothers! How could

he treat Horace like that?

She couldn't help asking, "Are you sure it was Sean? Isn't he your brother?"

Horace sneered, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across his eyes. "After that night, I asked someone to

investigate Sean. My guess was correct. Who says that your kin would not hurt you? Isn't Ashlee your

biological sister too? When it comes to money and fame, relatives will also become enemies. That's

life, isn't it?"

Clara did not know what to say.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly glorious Kirkland family had such dark secrets inside, brother fighting

against brother, just for money and fame. How ironic was that!

Clara realized that Horace had more courage than she could imagine. It's not easy to pretend to be

disabled. She realized that Horace really had very strong willpower. It would be difficult for ordinaryText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

people to do it for so many years without being detected.

Clara said in a low voice, "So you've been drugged. That was not something ordinary people could

bear."

Horace defaulted.

Clara could understand him very well, as they had been through the same thing.

Clara asked, "What happened next?"

Horace poured two glasses of red wine and handed Clara one.

He went on, "I knew something was wrong with me, so I immediately called Isaac and asked him to

take me to the nearest hotel to rest. Because I knew that Sean would find a woman for me. I would not

be able to resist the power of the drug in that case."

Clara listened to his story and thought to herself that this was thrilling and luckily he had Isaac to

protect him from those bad people.

Horace said, "Unexpectedly, I met you, Clara."

"Me?"

"I saw an old man holding an unconscious woman, trying to get into the door next to mine. I gave him

some money and asked him to go away. Then I entered the room with you, and then we..."

Clara was so shocked!

In the beginning, she was really without consciousness, so she didn't know that so many things had

happened to him and her.

Clara finally came back to her mind. She held Horace's arm, incredulous, and her voice trembled

slightly. "Horace, was that you? Two years ago, it was you? We, we knew each other at that time, and

we were already... Then, we got married!"

Clara was shocked. Unexpectedly, Horace was the one who had been with her that night, and this

changed everything!

Horace chuckled, "you finally understand."

Clara felt happy and somewhat unreal.

The man who she thought was a nightmare to her was now sitting in front of her, and it was Horace,

her husband, the man she loved so much.

Clara was still in a trance. "So, I wasn't touched by other men, only by you..."

She blushed, looked at him, and stopped talking.

"Yes, by me?" Horace kissed Clara on the neck and slowly slid down, "I'm so sorry baby, but I think this

would change everything for you. Now I finally can make peace with myself and so do you. "

Clara smiled and could not speak because he was kissing her.

He stripped her of her last piece of cloth, bowed his head, and kissed her.

Clara embraced him with all her body and soul.

The knot in her heart had finally been untied.

She would never have to resent God for letting her go through that.

Because… because that night turned out to be the beginning of her life with Horace.

Clara's body all opened up for him, and she was as soft as water.