Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 443

Andre continued chatting with Clara, looking at Clara's rare blush. He could not take his eyes off.

He pointed to the glass of water on the table and whispered, "Drink some, then you can just pretend to faint. I'll go and call Laura out."

Nodding, Clara didn't hesitate and drank half of it straight away. Her eyes met Andre's gaze at her, but she couldn't see through what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked in confusion.

"Nothing. You can lie down on the sofa first. I'll go get her." Andre shook his head.

In fact, seeing that she did as he said without hesitation, he somehow felt touched. Whether or not they were destined to be together in the end, Clara trusted him now, and that was enough.

After a while, Laura heard a knock. Looking at Andre standing outside, she whispered, "Is it all done?"

"Yes." Andre nodded, "She's passed out and is lying on the sofa."

"Are you sure?" Laura was uneasy.

"Of course." Andre nodded, "I watched her drink it. She didn't respond whatever I called her."

With a winning smile, Laura slid her wheelchair into the living room and saw Clara reclining on the sofa with her eyes closed. A glass of water was already half drunk on the coffee table.

"Clara?" She called Clara several times uneasily, fearing she had not fainted.

Laura finally settled down after pushing her a few more times and seeing that she was indeed unresponsive.

With a snort, Laura sneered, "Do you know? You've finally fallen into my hands after five years. Logan saved you last time, but you wouldn't be lucky again!"

Laura slowly touched Clara's cheeks with her eyes filled with cynicism as she sneered, "I have to say that your face has indeed become quite beautiful after five years. No wonder Horace was charmed by you as soon as he returned."

Andre was nervous, watching the movements of Laura's hands, afraid that she might do something to hurt Clara on impulse. After so many days together, he understood that Laura was an untimely bomb.

Laura used her index finger to gently pick up Clara's jaw ruthlessly, "But so what? Soon, Horace will never see you again."