Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 177 I'll Take You to a Place

When Clara returned to her room, she saw that Horace was talking to someone on the phone. When

he found that she had pushed the door open and entered, he quickly hung up.

Seeing Horace's reaction, Clara thought that Horace hung up the phone so hurriedly because he didn't

want her to know he was helping Midland Inc again.

She originally wanted to come in and talk to Horace about what Sean had just said, but when she saw

that Horace had something to hide from her, her mood immediately worsened and he didn't want to talk

more.

Clara sat on the sofa and looked at the magazine.

Horace asked Clara, "Why have you been gone for so long? What did grandpa say to you?"

"Nothing. He is just looking forward to us..."

Clara felt that it was inappropriate to talk about having children in front of Horace at this moment, and

she was not in the mood to continue.

Seeing Clara's hesitant expression, Horace guessed that she must have misunderstood him and

became unwilling to talk to him and wanted to quarrel with him.

If this continued, Clara would only be angrier with him.

"Clara, just now, I..." Horace felt that it was necessary to explain to Clara, but as soon as he spoke up,

he realized that he could not tell her now. This was still a secret, and there would be no surprise if he

told her.

Horace could only change the topic and say, "I was just dealing with the business. It's fine."

Both of them suddenly fell silent.

The air was full of complaints.

Clara flipped through the magazine, but she could not read a word.

Clara believed that Horace must have called to help Ashlee and the Middleton family. He had promised

to protect her and would not let her suffer a little. What about now? He did not keep his word.

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misunderstanding between the two was caused by the inability to communicate properly.

At the same time, he also wanted to apologize to Clara. He really owed her.

Horace coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the room. Then, she said, "Clara, actually, I have been

busy with the Middleton's affairs these days."

"I know. You don't have to explain to me." Clara suddenly did not want to hear his explanation. When

she heard "Ashlee" or "Middleton", she felt nauseous.

She could imagine the proud expression on Ashlee's face. When they met at the door just now, she

saw Ashlee's arrogant expression.

"Clara, you don't understand." When Horace saw Clara's uncooperative attitude, he became even more

anxious. "Actually, Ashlee is..."

Clara suddenly put down the magazine and stood up, saying, "I'm sorry, Horace. I need to go to the

bathroom."

Horace suddenly had no idea what to do with her. He didn't expect Clara to be so disgusted with the

word "Ashlee", and she didn't even give him a chance to explain.

It was fine if she didn't know that Ashlee was the mastermind two years ago. Now that she knew, she

loathed the person even more.

Clara locked herself in the bathroom and her eyes turned red.

Horace did not understand her grievance.

"Clara. Listen to me. There is a reason why I treat Ashlee like this." Horace said in a low voice.

Reason?

What reason could there be? It was just some excuses.

Clara smiled bitterly.

It was already a fact that he had let Ashlee go and saved Midland Inc's economic losses.

If he really cared about her and really wanted to protect her, how could he let that person go? If he did

not teach Ashlee and the Middleton family a lesson, what if they still came to cause trouble?

The pain from two years ago was still vivid in her mind. Was he going to let her experience it again?

Thinking of this, Clara was full of resentment.

She was not a person who had a heavy heart for revenge, but everything that Ashlee had done to her

was really unforgivable. She almost ruined her entire life.

But now, Horace, who had always said that he would seek justice for her, was helping this culprit.

It was fine for Horace to let Ashlee go, but why was he still concerned about her and helping her now?

The more Clara thought about it, the more upset she became.

"Clara, open the door. Let's have a talk." Horace's deep voice sounded from outside the door again,

sounding a bit anxious.

Clara bit her lip.

She knew that getting emotional like this was not the way to solve the problem at all. She was

hesitating whether to open the door, but at this time...

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Someone outside the door shouted, "Master Horace, I am the butler. Please open the door."

Horace's face darkened and he opened the door with a displeased expression.

The butler first glanced inside but did not see Clara. He said, "Master Horace, there are a lot of people

outside, shouting that they want to come to Sir's birthday party. Sir asked me to invite you and Mrs.

Kirkland to go down."

"Oh, okay, I understand. I'll be there immediately." Horace answered.

Clara heard the butler's words and opened the bathroom door. He lowered her head and did not look at

Horace.

"Clara..." Horace grabbed her arm so tightly that it hurt Clara a little.

Clara's eyes were red and her tone softened, but she still did not look into Horace's eyes. "Alright, stop

talking. Let's go down quickly. Don't let Grandpa and the others wait too long."

Seeing that Clara was sad, Horace felt very sad.

But now was not the time to talk about this. Everyone was still waiting for them, so they had to go down

first.

When they went downstairs, Clara saw many guests.

The news of Russell's birthday was accidentally leaked, and many people came to congratulate him.

Almost all of Stratmont's reputable men were gathered here, and Clara was surprised.

Everyone was beaming with smiles as they toasted and drank.

The originally quiet villa became especially noisy when these people came to flatter them.

Clara was not used to such a scene and felt very tired. She felt very sad in her heart, but she had to

wear a smiling mask. She really could not do such a thing.

She looked at Ashlee talking and laughing with others and felt even more uncomfortable.

Ashlee looked at Clara from time to time, and her eyes were full of pride and provocation.

Horace's eyes never left Clara. Even if someone talked to him, he kept staring at her.

He found that Clara's eyes were filled with fatigue and frustration.

At this time, Horace came over in a wheelchair and asked her in a low voice, "Clara, do you not like to

stay here?"

Clara nodded and said, "Horace, can I go home first? I am not used to this place."

Horace's eyes lit up. He thought of the phone call he had just received, saying that everything was

ready. He said, "Then let's leave here. I'll take you to a place."

Take her to a place?

Clara thought about the place that Horace had taken her before. It was either an auction or a cold

freezer room, neither of which was a pleasant place. So she did not want to go.

"Horace, I don't wanna go. Can you spare me this time..."

"No." Horace directly interrupted Clara.