Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 269

When she entered the bedroom, Horace was already lying on the bed with his eyes fixed on the files at hand. He didn't notice Clara.

As she saw Horace didn't notice her presence, Clara wanted to go away right now. But after a while of hesitation, she still forced herself to ask, "Do you want a cup of water, Horace?"

"Thank you," replied Horace, who didn't look up.

Clara took a deep breath and walked to the water dispenser in the bedroom. She had a glimpse at Horace, who was still looking at his files, and turned around to ask, "Hot water or cold water?"

Horace frowned. He always drank warm water and Clara must have known it as she had been living with him for a long time. She hadn't asked him such a question before.

With that thought in mind, Horace finally looked up at Clara.

Horace looked a bit stunned as he saw Clara. Then fire soon rose in his eyes.

"Warm water," Horace finally said after a while of staring at her in silence. His voice, hoarse and low, sounded quite enchanting. Clara felt her as if skin were burning as she heard his voice.

"I know," Clara said with her voice trembling, and then walked back to Horace with a cup of warm water in hand.

The nightwear fit well on Clara's body. Her hourglass figure was shown clearly through it and her two white legs were just hidden under the thin layer of silk. As Clara approached him, Horace began to sweat and his mouth felt dry.

"Here," Clara handed Horace the cup and looked away to avoid Horace's eyesight.

Horace didn't take the cup but stared at Clara with his burning eyes.

Clara felt quite nervous while Horace was fixing his eyes on her. Clara put the cup on a nearby table and swallowed silva. But her move made her all the more charming and Horace couldn't help but held her in arms and pressed her down on the bed and kissed her.

What he saw and what his hand felt made Horace lost the control of his body. He acted quite impatiently.

Clara also hugged him tightly with her hand stroking his back up and down. She was quite happy that her guess seemed to be wrong.

She hugged the man she loved so much more tightly.

Horace looked up at Clara and several strings of wet hair were on his eyelids and that made him look quite wild and dangerous.

"Horace…" Clara called his name as his look really charming in her eyes. Horace kissed her cheeks, her mouth, her jaw, then her neck, leaving a mark after another on it.

Suddenly, Horace caught sight of a scar below her collarbone. And he stopped instantly.

Though she had recovered, there were still a few scars left on her body. Those scars again reminded Horace of how Clara's clothes were torn apart by the four men.

As he was not possessed by his desire anymore, Horace felt freezing and he felt he could still hear Clara's cry, "Save me, Horace! Help, Horace, help…"