Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 151

Outside the window, there was a hotel.

The Millennium Hotel.

Clara couldn't believe it.

Horace took her to the Millennium Hotel, a place where her heart was broken, a place where she lost herself to a man she did not even know!

Clara looked at Horace with her face turned pale, "Why are we here?"

Horace did not say a word. He walked her out of the car and into the lobby.

Everyone in the hotel knew who Horace was. The staff bowed to him and Clara respectfully and sent them into the elevator.

Clara's hands trembled. She didn't understand why Horace did all this, but she knew that she didn't want to come to this place!

She was filled up with fear and disgust.

He held her hand in his as he had felt all of her feelings.

After getting out of the elevator, Horace took Clara to the door of this room. When Clara saw the room number, the last trace of blood on her face faded.

She recognized this room. She could never forget this number.

This was the room where it all happened two years ago.

Clara felt like she was gonna be swallowed by a blackhole.

The painful memories from two years ago flooded her mind and Clara felt that she was about to faint.

Horace said, "Shall we go in?"

"No." Clara refused. "I don't want to go in there again. I hate this place. Horace, can we please go?"

Horace insisted, "Clara, there are things you can't escape from. You must face them with courage. Besides..."

It seemed that he wanted to tell her something, but he stopped.

Clara had no courage to talk about the scandal two years ago in front of a man she cared about.

She remembered that she was drugged by someone at a party two years ago. Her body was as burning as hell and she felt strength was all escaping from her body.

At that time, she was really confused and dizzy, but she knew that she had to leave that party as soon as possible.

She got out of the door, but then she was taken to this hotel by someone she did not know. She was taken into the elevator and then into the room.

She remembered a man holding her so tight that she couldn't escape or call for help.

She wanted to, but she was so weak and almost unconscious.

She tried to fight or yell. But her voice attracted no one's attention.

She felt desperate as she knew at that time that horrible things were about to happen to her.

She wanted to run away. But no matter how hard she tried, her feet and arms would not move.

She was frightened, but her head became dizzier and dizzier.

Later that night, she was taken to the room, pushed to the bed, and swallowed up. The drug made her so vulnerable that the man took advantage of it.

Clara didn't want to recall what happened next at this time. Every time she recalled it, her heart bled as if it was stabbed by a sharp knife.

Over the years, every time she thought of this, it would stir up the hatred in her heart.