Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 570

"Ah!"

The silence in the early morning was broken by Clara's roar.

"Uh-huh?" Horace raised his eyebrows and then looked at Clara.

"You... What are you doing?" Clara pointed at the things on the bed and felt a bad premonition.

It made Clara a little scared.

Looking at Horace's smile, Clara knew that nothing good had happened.

"Why did you buy these... ancient costumes?" Clara pointed at the clothes on the bed. At best, they could be considered ancient costumes.

However, they exposed more skin than the normal ancient costumes did.

In this place, it was still possible to buy some ancient costumes. But this type of "sexy costumes"? Yes, also available here.

"I want you to put them on for me."

Horace looked at Clara with a smile, and then revealed a big grin. Usually, when Horace had something to ask Clara to do, he would have this expression.

"I refuse." When Clara heard this, she knew that she had guessed correctly, so she just stared at Horace with the quilt on her body as defense.

Clara had never done these things. She didn't want to do it now, and she didn't want it in the future.

Horace looked at Clara and knew that this matter could not be forced. He had to let Clara agree on her own.

Horace began to think of a way to let Clara wear it.

However, just as Horace was thinking of a way, Clara had already walked to the bathroom. After a simple wash, she grabbed Horace's collar and walked out of the room.

"What are you doing?" Horace was confused by Clara.

"Don't you want to role play? I'm the cop now, and you're the criminal. You're arrested."

"What!"

Horace was brought to the dining room. It turned out that Clara had gotten up early in the morning and was hungry now.

Horace looked like he understood and then looked at Clara who was picking food.

Horace knew that if he wanted Clara to subdue and tempt him in costumes, he could only let Clara owe him a favor first.

However, it seemed that there was nothing for Clara to ask for his help now, so Horace could only put the matter of role play aside temporarily.

When there was a time, he would naturally get his way. It would definitely be very fun.

Clara looked at Horace, who had been overwhelmed by hormones all morning, and said nothign.

Sometimes, Clara really didn't know what Horace was thinking. How could he think of such a strange thing? In fact, Clara didn't know that when she talked to the inn keeper in the ancient language that day, Horace had already fallen in love with her acting ancient.

Then, he wanted to make Clara look like an ancient woman and then dote on her. But there was no way. But Clara didn't cooperate with him now. Horace was helpless and could only look at Clara like this.

After eating, Clara looked at Horace who was fine, and then calmed down.

That "costume and temptation" game really wasn't her thing at all, so Clara felt really speechless just now. Now that he was fine, then it should not affect their good mood.

Clara thought about it and looked at the many good things on the street. She was suddenly happy. She pulled Horace to buy this and that. Horace was like an obedient maid, handling the purchase for his master and carrying bags behind. In the end, when Clara could not walk anymore and looked back at Horace, she saw a Christmas tree-like Horace with different sizes of bags hanging on his body.

Clara chuckled as she looked at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You look so much like my maid."

With this, she originally thought that Horace would be angry or argue, but Horace did not say anything. He just glanced at Clara and then nodded.

Clara was almost done shopping, so she planned to go back to the inn, but she saw a restaurant that looked full of very delicious food. Thinking about it, it was already noon, so she followed Horace in.

"Hello, can we eat here?" Clara looked at the many dishes on it, but they looked strange, so she asked the boss.

"No, this is something made to copy ancient dishes." The boss shook his head. After Clara looked at it, she followed Horace.

They originally wanted to stroll around for a while more, but Horace received a call from Isaac.

Horace frowned. Calling when they were traveling?

But he still picked it up to see if there was anything urgent.

"Sir, where are you? Helena Selman is seriously ill. Do you think it necessary to let Mrs. Kirkland come back?" Isaac's voice was very urgent.

"Okay, I got it."