Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 182

Clara and Horace went back to the family house for the night. Left the Kirkland's House early the next morning.

Before leaving, Russell specifically told them to take those supplements and also said once they are finished with those they could go and pick them up, once a month if they don't want to pick them up, he will send them to the House of Horace.

For the first time, Clara felt the pressure of having a baby.

When she got home, the maid already prepared the supplements for Clara.

Clara said to Horace, "You really do listen to Grandpa and give me the supplement right away. Do I really need it?"

"It never hurts to drink what I tell you to drink," Horace said, looking like his old self again.

Clara missed the Horace at the amusement park that night, so cute and not overbearing or fierce at all.

It's only been one night, and he's already showing his true colors.

After a while, the maid brought a bowl of supplements, letting Clara drink while it was still hot.

Clara pouted and stared unhappily at the steaming bowl. She grew up hating taking medicine, including supplements, always felt that it was also some kind of drug, and tasted so bad.

"Drink it!" Horace urged.

Clara felt like an old sow waiting to give birth, and Horace was the farmer and the butcher.

Clara reluctantly picked up the bowl and put it down again.

Horace looked at her doubtfully.

"It must taste really bad." Clara pouted.

Horace's mouth twitched when he caught a rare glimpse of a childlike Clara.

But the supplements were so valuable that Horace didn't want to waste them, so he took the spoon and brought it to Clara's mouth. "I'll feed you."

Clara's eyes widened, did not expect to have this treatment, had to obediently open her mouth, and had a mouthful.

It actually tasted kind of good, it was sweet.

"Is it good?" Horace asked.

"It's fine," Clara said deliberately.

Horace fed her spoonful after spoonful, and Clara enjoyed herself.

Horace nod reassuringly as Clara finishes her supplement.

Horace told the maid to go home. They can do it themselves. He told her to come back first thing in the morning.

So the maid went home.

Clara looked at Horace strangely.

Whenever Horace let the maid go, nothing good would come of it. Is he going to do it again...?

Sure enough, Horace got up from his wheelchair and immediately picked her up.

Clara was right. She was so embarrassed that she put her hands around his neck and lowered her head.

"Horace, what are you doing?" Clara whispered.

Horace asked gently, "Now that you've taken the supplement, why don't we take advantage of it? Don't waste it..."

"Horace..."

Horace took Clara into the bedroom and slowly placed her on the soft bed.

He gently peeled off her coat, then her shirt, then her pants...

Clara's eyes were full of shyness and she closed them gently.

Horace's body missed her skin after days of not being able to be intimate with her.

Clara's lips were always so attractive to Horace that at any moment, Horace wanted to kiss them.