Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 370

After leaving the office, Horace called a private detective he knew well and asked him to help find out what was happening around Sean these days.

"Also, gather something else for me that is out there about..."

After hanging up the phone, a ruthless look flashed across Horace's face. He would not let Sean off easily again, and it was time for him to pay for what he had done.

Horace drove aimlessly out of the car park, not knowing where he was supposed to go.

Passing shop after shop, Horace drove the car slowly. Every time he passed a familiar shop, memories of Clara jumped out at him, and he couldn't stop them.

Clara used to love the sweet and sour chops at this restaurant. She used to say she loved the decor of this studio. it had a retro feel of the eighties. He also knew there was a food market nearby, and he and she used to come together to buy food. Although neither of them was good cooks, he remembered how much fun they had with that meal...

There was also this shop, the Baby Supermarket. Horace stopped the car.

He still remembered vividly the first time he had mistakenly thought Clara was pregnant and how happy they both had been when they visited this shop together.

He and Clara had spotted a little shoe at the same time, and they had argued over whether to choose pink or blue as they didn't know whether the baby in her belly was a boy or a girl.

How did he settle the matter then? A smile tugged at the corners of Horace's mouth as he thought about it, and he bought both the pink and blue ones.

Clara laughed and scolded him for being wasteful, but he retorted that he wasn't. Who knew he was just being prepared if she was pregnant with a twin?

Once he knew Clara wasn't pregnant, he locked up the baby clothes and shoes he had bought that day in his storage room so she wouldn't be upset if she saw them.

But then they did have a baby, a child of their own, and he never got the chance to pick out the essentials for their child with Clara again.

Closing his eyes and pressing the corners of his eyes hard with his thumb and forefinger, Horace blinked back the sourness in his eyes. How helpless should she have been when she had seen how determined he was to abort this child?

Helena had been diagnosed with leukaemia then, and being so dutiful, she must not have told her about it. How tired and miserable must she have been, bearing all this alone?

Horace had no way of imagining how Clara had got through those days and punched his fist on the steering wheel, his heart full of remorse. Why? Why had he not trusted her in the first place, instead choosing to trust that woman Laura? How in the world could he have been so stupid!

"Buzz." The phone rang. Horace calmed himself down before picking it up. It was Isaac.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Kirkland, Laura has left your office," Isaac said on the other side of the phone.

"I got it. I'm going back now."

After hanging up the phone, Horace drove his car toward the office. There were some things he needed to get done as soon as possible; otherwise, what face would he have to see Clara.

Upon entering his office, Horace saw Isaac waiting for him.