Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 94 Dessert

This was not their first kiss, but her heart still decided to skip a beat.

Since she couldn't see anything with the sleep mask on, her other senses intensified all the more.

Clara felt his soft lips. The way their bodies intertwined made Clara quiver.

When Horace let go of Clara, she was almost breathless.

Her cheeks were red as a beetroot. Horace suddenly regretted making her wear the sleep mask.

He wanted to see her expressions.

He wanted to seek even the slightest trace of surprise and delight in her eyes.

Clara's warm skin, her unique fragrance, and almost everything about her could drive Horace crazy.

But he managed to hold back the burning desire.

Clara was still in recovery and she was hugely traumatized by the accident two years ago.

Clara, however, was completely unaware of the thoughts going through the mind of the man lying

beside her.

Horace suddenly hugged her and bit her earlobe. "Someday, I'll eat you for dessert," he whispered.

She froze for a minute before she finally understood what he meant by that. Clara felt her cheeks were

burning.

Feeling her rising temperature, he stopped teasing her and chuckled. "Go to sleep," he whispered as

he tucked her in.

Horace's rhythmic heartbeat quelled her. Clara suddenly felt sleepy.

It was simply magical.

When she was around him, she could be so nervous yet so serene.

She slept well that night.

For the next few days, Horace really stayed in the ward with her. Occasionally, some people would

come and discuss business with him. But no matter how important the talk might be, Horace didn't

have the slightest intention of leaving her side.

And every night, he slept in the same bed with her.

Clara worried that Horace's business might be negatively impacted if this kept going. On the fifth day,

Clara finally talked him into taking the discharge formality for her after much importuning.

When the formalities were completed, Clara secretly asked the nurse and learned that Darren was

discharged from the hospital a few days earlier than her. Now he was under the care of his family

doctor.

Hearing that, Clara heaved a sigh of relief.

She didn't know Darren that well to really care about him. She just felt bad for dragging him through the

mess this time.

When she returned home from the hospital, Clara noticed that Martha and Donald were not around.

Instead, there was another housekeeper about the same age as Martha. She was also a good cook but

was just a lot less talkative than Martha.

Clara didn't ask much about Donald and Martha's disappearance.

She was not a fool. She had gathered that the fire was probably an inside job the day the fire started.

Although there didn't seem to be many people around, Clara knew that there were groups of guards

outside, monitoring everything going on in the residence. Also, the security system here was top-notch.

The guards would definitely notice something if someone tried to break in.

So, it was possibly an inside job.

She recalled how peculiarly sleepy she felt that night and naturally connected the dots.

Now that Donald and Martha were replaced, she was even more certain that the fire must have

something to do with them.

However, she knew the two were forced. She thought the two took orders from Russell. But to think

about how Russell treated her, it didn't seem possible. Then who was the one behind all this? Could it

be Sean?

The thought was giving Clara a headache. The strife and conflicts in this family were simply too

intricate. Now that she had become a member of this family, as Horace's wife, she had to be more

careful.

...

In the old residence of the Kirkland family.

Looking tired and livid, Sean sat in the study, apparently just returned from the airport.

Darren stood opposite him with bandages on his body. His face was pale and didn't look very glad

either.

"Dad," Darren said coldly, "The fire at Horace's house. You did that, didn't you?"

Darren was impulsive but he was not a fool. He grew up in the Kirkland family and had already

witnessed too many things happened around the house. He had already figured it out in these few days

he spent in the hospital.

"So what if I did it?" Sean didn't intend to hide it.

Darren's face contorted a little. "Dad! You want to kill Clara? Why? She's innocent!"

Sean's face darkened the second he heard Clara's name. He punched the table in rage and shot up

from his chair.

"Darren Kirkland, watch your attitude!" he roared. "Are you trying to go against me for a woman? I'm

you father!"

When he heard that his plan had failed because his son risked his life to save that woman, Sean was

so angry and he smashed several vases in a row.

Ungrateful imbecile!

"I'm not!" Darren's face was ashen. "It's just that she didn't do anything! Leave her out of this. Your Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

target is Horace, isn't it?"

"What do you know?" Sean yelled, "Horace had been single for all those years. If he can't have any

children, he naturally wouldn't be a threat to us. But now he is married with Clara Selman. If she bears

his child, what edge do we have to compete with him?"

Darren's face was drained of color. "How is it possible? Horace is crippled."

"So what?" Sean was annoyed. "He built Solrace from scratch. The market capitalization and annual

profits of his company are far higher than those of the companies I manage. He is telling everyone that

I'm even less than a cripple!"