Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 531

"Everyone, Mr. Kirkland said you can get off work now,"

Clara walked out of the office and said to the employees who were still working. It was pretty late now.

After all, they all had their own lives to live. It had already passed work time and they should go home.

"Okay,"

Horace's assistant replied.

She had intended to ask Clara how it went. However, she didn't know who Clara was and was a bit hesitant.

She thought she could ask Horace tomorrow morning in the company.

When the employees heard Clara's words, they got excited and started talking to one another.

But Horace was still in the office, so they dared not speak too loudly.

Because of the crisis, it had been depressing in the office lately, and the employees seldom talked to each other ever since.

They were worried that Horace might fire them if their talking upset him.

Although the company had been struggling to survive the crisis, it might actually do. If it did, they wanted to continue working here, so none of them wanted to offend Horace and lose the chance.

Seeing that the employees were leaving one after another, Clara changed into a more comfortable position and lay on the chair, thinking.

Perhaps it was because she had been stressed, she fell asleep soon.

Just like that, Horace and Clara stayed in the office for the night and didn't go home.

The next day, Horace woke up first.

Seeing that Clara was still sleeping, Horace raised his head.

He had been sleeping with his head on her arm the whole night, so her arm would definitely be sore.

Therefore, he wanted to massage it for her, in that case, she would feel better later when she was awake.

Clara usually slept tight. However, this morning, as soon as Horace's hand touched her arm, she woke up.

"Morning," Clara rubbed her sleepy eyes and said to Horace.

She then realized that they had spent the night in the office.

She felt a headache and wanted to knead her head. But as soon as she raised her hand, her arm hurt like hell.

After a night, it had become numb and it ached every time she moved.

With guilt, Horace looked at her wincing face and felt awful.

If he hadn't been so depressed last night, he wouldn't have fallen asleep in the office.

In that case, Clara's arm wouldn't be hurting now.

It was all his fault.

"I'm okay," Clara tried to move her arm and didn't turn to look at Horace until it got better.

"Come on. Let's go wash up and have some breakfast. We have some business meetings to attend today," Clara said, trying to cheer Horace up. She knew that no matter what, they had to deal with the problems facing them.

She didn't want Horace to give up because of some obstacles.

"Okay."

Of course, Horace knew it. Therefore, he took her hand and they walked into the washroom.

It was early in the morning and no one had shown up at work yet.

The huge office was empty and gave out a sense of loneliness.

But luckily, the two of them had each other.

There were disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste in the washrooms here for the employees who had to work overtime.