Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 467

While covering the quilt, Horace accidentally touched Clara's hand, the coldness of which made Horace shiver.

How could her hand be so cold? Horace dared not imagine.

Was she cold on the outside or on the inside?

Horace didn't ask this question. He went forward and grabbed Clara tightly.

Clara wanted to pull out, but Horace's menacing look made her give up.

Horace was more stubborn than her.

After about fifteen minutes, Clara's hand finally warmed up. Horace withdrew his hand and put Clara's hand in the quilt.

"I saw a kitchen here, and there is some food. Let me cook something for you." Horace spoke to Clara.

They hadn't eaten in a day. And the exhaustion made them hungrier now.

Clara was stunned when she heard this.

Him cooking? Could they still stay in this place after that?

Clara wasn't in the mood to joke. She nodded without saying anything.

Horace walked to the stove. The setup was simple. There was no use of electricity.

So now making fire was a big difficulty for Horace. He didn't know what to do without even a lighter.

But in order not to starve Clara, Horace can only drill wood for a fire like the ancient people did. He picked up a wood block, yet did not know where to start.

Horace rubbed two pieces of wood against each other for a long time. But there wasn't any spark.

He looked helplessly at Clara on the side, feeling that he should work hard.

He had said that he would cook for her, if he can't even make a fire, he would be useless.

Horace persevered, rubbing the wood.

Finally, he made it.

The fire was burning, but Horace felt that something was wrong with his head. He reached out to his hair...

He was too focused on the wood. His hair was burned at the moment the fire rose.

Horace looked helplessly at the fire in front of him, which had been hard to generate. He hoped it won't be extinguished.

He could only forget about his hair and devote himself to cooking.

He filled the pot with water and cut some ingredients.

There were only tomatoes, eggs, and lettuce.

He planned to make an egg soup and cook some tomatoes and lettuce. Once the plan was in place, Horace started to cook.

Horace, a rich man who had grown up with people at his service, knew nothing about cooking. Even cutting the vegetable was something new for him.

Luckily, it wasn't hard to cut vegetables. He finished it in a moment, waited for the water to heat up, and then make the egg soup.

But the water remained cold. Horace looked down and found the fire had gone.

Horace had no choice but to make fire again. This time it wasn't as easy as before. A long time had passed, yet nothing happened.

In the end, the room was filled with smoke. Clara, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but walk over.