Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 107

Clara shrunk her neck and said, "I trust you, but I need mind-blowing news, anyway, it's a rumor. I'll clarify it for you later, okay? You should help your wife's career!"

No!

Horace never expected that one day he would be so angry with the woman for this.

But damn it, looking at Clara in front of him begging, her pink little face made him eager to eat it in one bite.

Therefore, he took her small hand and asked in an unpredictable tone, "What do you think that I and Yolanda are holding hands like this?" "

"Good!" Clara replied simply.

"How about this?!" Horace grabbed her shoulder forcefully and moved closer to her.

Clara nodded and said, "Better, better!"

Horace's face suddenly turned gloomy.

She could even accept that?

This woman had no little sense of crisis!

A hint of cold air suddenly appeared in Horace's eyes, and Clara realized that something didn't seem quite right. But it was too late, Horace had pressed her heavily on the couch.

Clara realized what he was going to do. She blushed and tried to struggle, saying "Horace, let go of me! If you dare do this with Yolanda, I'll never forgive you! "

Hearing this, Horace felt better.

It turned out that Clara had a bottom line towards him.

He can't do this to Yolanda?

But he could do this to her?

Horace bent lower, the distance between the two was airtight.

"Horace, don't..." Clara's body began to change. It went soft and she lost her force.

Sensing Clara's reaction, Horace unbuttoned Clara's skirt.

"Miss Selman, we are not at the studio, no one would come to capture us."

His lips were soft and full of infinite affection, and the kiss made Clara drunk. He was gentle and knew how to make her feel more comfortable and at ease.

Clara no longer resisted. She wrapped her hands around him.

Women were like the flowers, they only bloomed in front of their beloved men. Their fragrance was fascinating. Every inch of their soft and smooth skin was worthy of men's careful and gentle care.

They lie down on the large sofa, and the two became one.

Feeling the meekness of Clara in his arms, Horace was satisfied.

Clara belonged to him alone.

The next morning.

Horace woke up the first and draped a blanket over Clara on the couch.

She was still asleep. She must be tired last night.

Clara's face had a perfect curve. Her long eyelashes are hanging down, and her nose was delicate She looked like a doll that can't wake up.

Horace's eyes flickered.

In Yolanda's scandal, Clara was willful, but perhaps she began to rely on him, accept him, and trust him, that was why she made those unreasonable small demands.