Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 23 Photos From the Past

His shirt was too big for Clara. Even if all the buttons were buttoned up, her slender collarbone was

exposed. As she got out of bed, her slender legs were still vaguely visible to him.

Horace looked away involuntarily.

He always considered himself as very well self-disciplined; yet at this time, he still felt desires start to

flood over his senses. After gobbling down some ice water, he finally calmed down a little bit.

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"I'll be back this afternoon." Halfway through the meal, Horace suddenly said, "are you coming with

me?"

Clara thought of what happened at the dinner party last night. Her eyes darkened and she nodded

quickly, "I'll go with you."

Now she could not think too much of it. Even if she needed this job, she could not bear Darren

anymore.

"OK."

Clara suddenly remembered something and asked him, "By the way, why are you in Queensvale?"

Upon hearing this, Horace's hand holding the knife at this moment was imperceptibly sluggish, but he

quickly recovered and gave a very simple reply, "I'm having a temporary meeting here."

"Oh, ok." Clara didn't think too much about it and focused on her food.

After the clothes taken for dry cleaning were sent back, Clara and Horace took a taxi to the airport and

returned to Stratmont.

Isaac Duncan was already waiting in the hotel lobby. Having seen Clara with Horace, he was surprised.

He had been wondering why the young master came to Queensvale in such a hurry yesterday. Now it

turned out that he was there to look for his wife. How unexpected, he thought.

"Horace, here are some documents for you to sign." Although Isaac was shocked, he didn't dare to

show it. He handed the document to Horace while glancing over at Clara.

Speaking of this lady, the news he learned yesterday was explosive. Who would have thought that her

first love was...

Isaac was still there thinking about it when he suddenly heard a cold cough. Isaac immediately

shivered, turned his head, and saw Horace looking at him with cold eyes.

Isaac knew the young master was unhappy so he lowered his head and stood aside.

Clara didn't notice anything strange about those two men, so she just got in the limo with Horace.

After sitting down, Horace finished reading the document and closed the file. Suddenly, he thought of

something and said to Clara, "Baby, would you like to see my family this weekend?"

Baby?

Clara was stunned by Horace's new address for her. She froze for several seconds before agreeing

and said, "OK."

Clara was also curious about Horace's family. It was about time for her to meet them.

Clara never could have thought that there could be anything wrong with meeting his family, but when

Isaac heard their conversation, he suddenly felt as if he had been punched in the chest and could not

help but look at them repeatedly in the rearview mirror.

Jesus! Did the young master just say he would take his wife to see his family?

So this meant...

Isaac could not even dare to think about the consequences.

So this was how Clara returned to Stratmont. Meanwhile, Darren was delayed for quite a few days.

He originally intended to collaborate with Mr. Muller's magazine, but when he got up the next morning,

he noticed that his company was sued because of fake news and false advertising and was about to go

bankrupt.

Darren was surprised as well as shocked.

He was no fool. he was aware that such an upheaval could never be a coincidence.

Muller was someone important in Queensvale. If there was a man that could do this to Muller overnight,

it must be him.

Darren was infuriated.

Damn it!

Why, why did this man do this for Clara? Did he even know she was a married woman now?

It took a while before he could solve the mess in Queensvale and return to Stratmont. When he got off

the plane, he saw Ashlee waiting at the airport.

"Darren!" As soon as Ashlee saw Darren, she ran towards him and called out, "You're finally back!

Have you seen my calls these days? What happened?"

Ashlee and Clara had something in common in their facial features and this made him extra anxious.

"Nothing happened. I was just too busy. You don't have to come here." Darren perfunctorily said a few

words, and then walked outside without even looking back at her.

Ashlee was left behind. Looking at Darren's back, the smile on her face slowly freezes

She thought of the information shared by Darren's assistant a few days ago when she called," Mr.

Kirkland is going to Queensvale for business purposes. There is one reporter from our agency who

would go with him. Her name? Let me check...oh, it's Clara Selman."

Ashlee clenches her fist so tight that her sharp fingernails almost pierced the palm of her hand!

Clara! Clara Selman again!

That woman was not even chaste and she was still able to compete with her! That was a joke!

Ashlee bit her lips for a while and then she finally made up her mind. She took out her mobile phone

and made a call.

"Hello?" Ashlee's voice was as cold as ice. "Do you still keep those photos at that time? Well, send

them to me. I want every single one of them."

…

After she returned to Stratmont, Clara was worried that her leaving Queensvale without telling him,

would lead to Darren's revenge, but unprecedentedly, he did not have any crazy actions targeted at

her.

Time soon came to the weekend.

This morning, Clara put on the burgundy red dress prepared by Horace, a melee-diamond necklace,

and a pair of high-heels with silk ribbons. Slowly, she sashayed downstairs.

Horace was already waiting downstairs. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up casually. But when he saw

Clara on the stairs, he was still stunned.

He always knew that Clara was beautiful, but in the past, Clara never dressed herself up too much, and

sometimes she even deliberately hid her beauty. Therefore, to him, her beauty was always restrained

and unintended.

But at this time, when she put on the gown he chose for her and got all dressed up, she was like a

shining diamond, dazzling to the eye.

Clara walked to Horace. Noticing that he was staring at her without saying anything, she felt a little bit

embarrassed, so she reached out for her hair and asked, "A bit strange, right?"

She had never worn a skirt of this style, and she had just secretly checked on the Internet for the price.

It was a jaw-dropping price...

"No." Horace recovered from the shock of her beauty and replied, "Not at all. You are just too beautiful."

Horace was not stingy with praise, especially when the one being praised was his wife.

Clara paused for a moment.

That was the first time he praised her.

"it's time to go." Horace didn't say anything more. He quickly turned his wheelchair and they got on the

limo together.

This time, the dinner with his family was arranged in the most expensive private club in Stratmont.

The limo stopped in the front yard of the club. Clara took Horace by the hand and went upstairs in the

elevator. In the elevator, Clara suddenly became a little nervous and asked softly, "Horace, could you

tell me something about your family? Are they easy to get along with?"

"Sure." Horace said, but after pondering for a moment, he added, "however, you should be mentally

prepared."

Clara was stunned for a moment. Before she could ask "what to be prepared for?", the elevator door

opened, and Horace's wheelchair took the lead to go out.

Clara immediately rushed out to catch up with him, and they quickly enter the largest box at the end of

the corridor.

As soon as she entered the door, Clara saw that there was only one old man sitting in the box. She

thought he must be Horace's grandfather.

Clara smiled politely and walked over respectfully to greet him, but when she saw the old man's face,

her face went colorless and she paused from stepping forward.