Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 103

Ashlee was stunned as if being stroked by thunder.

So, it was Horace who slept with Clara in the hotel last night?

So, her plan failed?

Ashlee almost screamed out in anger, yet she didn't dare to do so in face of Horace. She clenched her fists tightly and left without casting more looks on Clara, biting her lips.

"Ashlee, wait!"

Clara called out.

Ashlee turned around, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her chin raised, looking like unwilling to admit defeat.

"Ashlee, listen to me carefully. I'll forgive you this time." Clara looked at Ashlee coldly, "But I will take revenge if you dare do such nasty things again."

Ashlee shivered, yet she managed to remain her arrogant look and then turned to leave.

After Ashlee left, Clara and Horace went into the car.

Clara remained silent during the way. She was in deep thought.

She was sure that it was Ashlee, her sister, who drugged her last night. She felt hurt thinking that her sister wanted to ruin her reputation through such despicable means.

Thinking of what Ashlee had committed, Clara shivered.

What happened two years ago was so similar, was it Ashlee who did it too?

Horace noticed her unease. He shook her shoulder gently, saying, "Do you feel unwell? Are you exhausted?"

Isaac's eyes were fixed on the back of the car before them, yet when he heard the word "exhausted", he immediately thought of something and blushed.

Ashlee paused, then glared at Horace, her face red.

Horace coughed faintly, "You need to be mended."

"No, I'm not tired." Clara's face blushed even more, and she immediately explained her being absent-minded.

"Not tired? Then I guess we can…"

Clara immediately reached out and covered Horace's mouth.

Yet her hand was grabbed by him.

Horace said seriously, "Tell me, what were you thinking about?"

He had a sharp observation.

Clara sat back. Looking at the busy street outside, she pondered for a while, and then said slowly, "I suspect Ashlee had something to do with what happened to me two years ago."

"Need me send someone to investigate it?"

Clara hesitated.

She didn't have the power to face it before. But now, with Horace by her side, she had. She should find out who was responsible for her loss of virginity two years ago.

"Okay." Clara agreed.

Horace thought of something. It seemed like he could tell her now. So, he said prudently, "To be honest, I've been investigating something."

He cared about what happened at that time. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to investigate.

Clara's eyes sank. Yet she said nothing other than asking, "Did you find any information?"

Horace told Clara that the person who raped her was not an old man but someone else. As for who he was, they didn't know yet.

Not an old man but someone else.

It didn't make much of a difference for Clara.

The dirty spot of her life wouldn't change if it was an old man or a handsome one. The past was unchangeable.