Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 134

After Horace and Clara left the auction, they got straight into their car and prepared to go home.

With all that had happened at the charity auction, there was no telling what the rumors would be.

Horace's $10 million bid will surely be another Stratmont sensation and may even make the headlines.

When Clara arrived at the car, she took out a small handkerchief and wiped the wine stains from Horace's arms and body.

She whispered, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for causing you trouble again."

Trouble?

Horace laughed softly.

Clara, you are indeed a massive pain in the ass.

But I am willing to be troubled by you, and with you by my side, I am eager to be so troubled for you every day.

Horace patted her and said, "That's okay, I like it."

Clara's heart was grateful to Horace; she could feel his warmth and love every time.

The things he does for her cannot be measured in terms of value.

Clara felt so happy to have Horace's love. Since she grew up alone, Clara has never known what love is. When she met Darren, she thought that was love and that she could live in the sunshine every day and be happy.

But when she met Horace, Clara finally knew what love was.

Horace has been defending her from the start. On the day of the blind date, he took care of her meal expenses so that she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Then, he wanted to marry her, indirectly solving the problem of Clara's account so that her mother, Helena, could recover. Then, there was the uncountable love and heroic rescue; such a man was worthy of a lifetime commitment.

Clara suddenly couldn't help but hug Horace.

His chest was so warm and expansive, and Clara felt comfortable.

She felt his warmth and heartbeat; at that moment, she just wanted to lean into his embrace and forget all her unhappiness.

Clara said, "Horace, thank you. Not thank you because of the ten million dollars, thank you because of your love and protection of me, thank you."

Horace's heart heated up, and it was the first time Clara had ever offered to hug him. She probably wasn't angry with him anymore.

Horace didn't have time to react; what was wrong with Clara?

He asked carefully, "You're not angry with me anymore?"

"I stopped being angry a long time ago." Clara said frankly, "I just thought before that you didn't respect me enough; how could ... you treat me so dominantly, not at all gently, almost rudely. But when I think about it, you were, I think, just too angry at the time, and you can't be blamed for all of it."

Horace frowned, "You were just angry about that?"

Clara tilted her head sideways and asked curiously, "What else would I be angry about?"

Horace thought that after all these days of cold-fighting, Clara was angry because she cared about what Darren thought, and that's why he was so upset.

It turns out that wasn't the case.

Instead of answering Clara's question directly, Horace smiled and said, "It's good that you're not angry anymore."

Clara said, "So, you're not angry either?"

Horace wanted to ask about the photo of Darren kissing Clara but didn't want to remind Clara of the man again.

At the same time, it didn't seem necessary to know. At this very moment, Clara was sitting beside him, looking at him with such affection that he didn't think anything mattered.

He believed her.

It was that simple.

Horace said, "Silly girl, I stopped being angry long ago, too."

"Then why have you ignored me all these days? It's killing me inside." Clara asked, frowning.

Horace looked at Clara's delicate face and wondered what he would do with her.

"I'm not ignoring you." He hugged her and whispered, "And not angry."

Clara frowned.