Become the Wife of A CEO

Clara turned pale. “So you know what happened two years ago?”

If Horace had really done his investigation well, he would definitely find out about the incident two years ago.

Horace looked at Clara and said, “Not all of it.”

What he knew about the incident two years ago was only the most widely rumored version. He thought there must be more of it.

At first, he didn’t really care. Now, he hoped Clara would tell him herself.

Clara’s face turned whiter and she began to talk. “Since you are aware of what happened, why would you want to marry me?”

“At first, I didn’t care about it.” Horace looked at Clara without any concealment. “I just need a wife. A woman who worships money is easy for me to control.”

Horace said so directly that Clara couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

So, from the beginning, he thought that she was a woman who could sell her body for money?

Somehow, this idea surged up in her mind and she suddenly felt severe chest pain.

“However,” she suddenly heard Horace speak again, “I just want to hear it all from you.”

Clara’s body trembled slightly, “You want to hear it all from me?”

Horace nodded.

Clara’s voice trembled. “What about the so-called truth you have discovered?”

Clara stared at Horace’s Obsidian eyes as if she wanted to see something from that abyss.

Horace also looked back at Clara. After a while, he slowly said, “I don’t think you are the kind of woman who would sell herself for money.”

Such a simple sentence, however, was like a magic spell. Clara was dazzled by its magical power.

Horace looked at Clara and found her exceptionally lovely. He smiled and asked, “What happened to you?”

Clara realized that she was losing herself so she hurried to pull herself back and said, “Nothing, I’m just a little surprised.”

Horace looked at him with a low voice. “So? Clara, would you like to spill the beans?”

Recalling the events of that day, Clara’s face turned white again involuntarily.

Looking at Clara’s pale face and trembling eyebrows, Horace suddenly felt a twitch in his heart and said in a low voice, “if you don’t want to mention that, I won’t force you.”

“No, I want to,” Clara took a deep breath, raised her head, and her eyes were steadier than they have ever been, “Two years ago, I attended the cocktail party of the company where I worked as an intern. I had no idea why I got drunk so easily just after drinking a glass of champagne. Then I was taken to a room in the hotel, and then…”

Speaking of this, Clara finally couldn’t go on.

Horace looked at her and his black eyes slightly turned dark, “What happened then?”

Horace’s voice was somewhat harsh. Seeing that Clara still could not speak anything, he said sternly, “Clara, you should learn to face it.”

Clara shuddered. She bit her lips, and finally, she opened her mouth, “The champagne was drugged. An old man in his sixties took my virginity.”

When she finished her words, Clara’s strength seemed to have been drained from her body, and she slumped on the sofa.

Looking at her pale face, Horace finally could not bear the pain in his heart. He stood up from the wheelchair, walked to her side, and sat down, pressing her head into her arms.

“It’s all right now.” His voice was very low as if it had a calming effect. “It’s all past. If you want to cry, just cry.”

Clara fell on his warm and broad shoulders, but she didn’t cry. She could not cry. Her soul was extracted from her body. She shook her head and answered, “There’s nothing to cry about. It’s all over.”

Clara’s emotionless face made Horace feel more distressed. He would rather her crying and shouting. Looking at her pale face in his arms, he couldn’t help asking, “How do you know that man was in his sixties?”

Clara’s eyelashes quivered slightly. “That night, I was drugged, and I don’t remember everything about it. I couldn’t remember the man’s face either. When I woke up, he was gone, only 10, 000 cash on the table. I rushed to the front desk, and they told me that the person who stayed in the room that night was an old man in his sixties. When I returned to school that day, someone had already been telling everyone else that… that I was having sex with men for money…”

Thinking of the insults and humiliation she had for all those years, she did not dare to meet her college classmates till today. She was so afraid that she would be pointed at her nose and scolded as “shameless”.

About all this, Clara once thought she would never have the courage to mention it, but somehow, in Horace’s arms, she had the strength to tell it all.

Horace listened to Clara’s story and his eyes became darker and darker, and finally asked in a low voice, “Which hotel was it?”

“Millennium Hotel.” Clara instinctively answered, but when she finished, she looked at Horace, “Why?”

“Nothing.” Horace looked at her and said, “Haven’t you ever thought about who had planned it all?”

She was drugged, sent to the hotel room, and later publicly shamed for it. It was obvious that someone had deliberately framed her.

“I don’t know. I also thought about it. But I couldn’t find anyone behind it, at least not by myself.” Clara said, but suddenly she realized something. She looked at Horace and asked, “Horace, do you really believe me?”

Horace turned his head sideways and found that Clara was still leaning on his shoulder, which made him feel a little better. He whispered, “You are my wife. I trust you.”

Those simple words were naturally coming from his lips but they meant so much to her.

He actually trusted her.

She and Darren had been in love for so many years, but he never trusted her words, but Horace said he did.

“Horace,” Clara’s voice trembled slightly, “do you think I am a bad woman?”

What happened two years ago had always been a thorn in Clara’s heart. For a time, she thought in despair that she would never be in love again.

“No.” Horace frowned slightly. “It’s not your fault. You are not the one to blame.”

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He didn’t speak this out, but he had already made up his mind.

After Clara finished talking, she was so tired and collapsed, so she went to bed early this night.

Horace was with her so that Clara fell asleep faster than before.

Looking at Clara on the bed, still frowning in her sleep, Horace couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and slowly rubbed her eyebrows open.

Hearing Clara’s steady breathing, Horace took out his mobile phone and called Isaac.

“Hello, Isaac.” He lowered his voice for fear of waking her up. “Help me investigate carefully what happened to Clara two years ago.”

Hanging up the phone, he started to think about what she had told him.

Millennium Hotel?

He found the hotel name quite familiar, as if he had heard about it before.