Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 197

Puzzled, Clara frowned. "What ten years? What are you talking about? Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

"Absolutely no," Horace said quietly, "I recognized you the minute I saw the picture. I'm one hundred percent sure that's you."

But Clara was still confused, so Horace continued to explain patiently, "Ten year ago, the suburb in Stratmont, think harder."

Sitting on his lap, Clara tried to recollect the memories before she finally remembered something and looked at him in shock, "That was you! You were the teenage boy!"

As it turned out, Clara had been already brought to the Middletons back then. It happened one day when Ashlee had gone to some summer camp, and Mr. and Ms. Middleton were at work.

She was alone at home, so she secretly put on Ashlee's red dress and went out to play.

No one would care about her anyway.

She was afraid to go downtown, so she went to a familiar suburb, where she came across a teenage boy with blood all over him.

That was Horace.

Never had seen anything like that before, she was terrified, but goaded by a sense of righteousness, her little body generated an infinite power.

Clara carried him all the way to a hospital.

It was then Clara accidentally tore Ashlee's dress.

Fearing that she would get caught wearing that clothe, Clara soon hurried home after she had left Horace at the hospital.

The dress was tainted with blood, which she hoped to get off by hand-washing it.

But she ended up tearing the dress. She stealthily put it back and had never talked about it to anyone.

As time went by, Clara had forgot about the incident all together.

Until Horace brought it up.

Horace tenderly kissed Clara and whispered to her ear, "I'm so glad that it was you who saved me. Our destined encounter happened earlier than two years ago."

Clara blushed, amazed by how wondrous and beautiful fate was.

Horace's heart was melting as he looked down and saw her rosy cheeks.

How great.

The little girl who had saved him was still how he remembered her to be. Kind, and determined, nothing like Ashlee.

His face fell as he thought of Ashlee.

Horace had mistakenly thought of Ashlee as the girl who had saved him, so he had kept refraining himself from avenging what she had done to Clara and let Clara deal with her instead.

But since he had known the truth, he wouldn't have to feel indebted to her and rein in his hatred anymore.

He decided to pay her back himself.

Clara asked, "What are you going to do?"

"You might steel clear of this," Horace said.

Clara didn't want to get involved anyway.

The next morning day after she had a good sleep at home, she woke up and received a phone call from Glenn, who snarled on the phone, "Clara Selman, do you want to ruin my family?"

Clara frowned. "What's going on?"

"You are the one to ask. Just check the news."