Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 178 The Ferris Wheel

What a domineering man!

But Clara really didn't like this group of people with hypocritic masks on their fac es, so she had to

agree to Horace.

Horace told his grandfather that he had something to do and had to leave first.

Before leaving, Russell whispered to Horace excitedly, "You're quite smart! Take this opportunity. I'm

waiting to have a grandson! Go, you don't need to greet them here."

Horace got the permission of the old man and left with Clara.

In the car, the two of them did not talk much. They talked about family matters and trivia.

The car drove very steadily, and there were fewer and fewer people walking on the side of the road.

"We're here. Let's get out of the car," said Horace.

The night was getting darker. The neon lights kept flashing, illuminating the whole street and telling

their stories. The autumn night sky was particularly bright; even the white clouds and blue sky were

vaguely visible.

Clara got out of the car and was stunned.

Why did Horace bring her here?

The place Horace brought her to was actually an amusement park.

The lights were bright and the amusement park was empty. There were no tourists, only her and

Horace standing there.

Wasn't the amusement park closed at this time?

Clara looked at Horace in confusion, waiting for him to explain.

"I've reserved this place. There are only the two of us now. Let's go in." Horace looked at her with starry

eyes.

Did he book the whole amusement park? What was he gonna do by spending so much money?

"Could it be that he wants to reminisce the memories of his childhood with me?" Clara guessed wildly.

Horace sat in a wheelchair, leading the way.

He brought her to the largest Ferris wheel in Stratmont.

The Ferris wheel at night was particularly dazzling and beautiful, with an aura of a magical world that

was distinctly enchanting.

The light shone on the faces of Horace and Clara, and the two of them looked at each other and

suddenly calmed down.

Clara remembered the first time she met Horace.

The man was clearly sitting in a wheelchair, but when their eyes met, Clara had the illusion that he was

looking down at her from above.

Clara felt a slight chill in her heart.

She was in the news and had seen many big shots, but the authoritative air exuded from this man still

made her feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Not only that, but this man's eyes were extremely cold, as if he was indifferent to everything happening

around him.

Clara pulled herself back from her memories and looked at Horace with a faint smile.

Horace said, "Do you like this place?"

Clara nodded and could not help but sigh, "I like it. I haven't been here for a long time. The last time I

came... I came with the Middletons when I was a child. Unfortunately, it was not pleasant."

She told him that when she came to the amusement park when she was a child. Valerie only let her be

Ashlee's little follower and did not let her play with her. The amusement park of her childhood was full

of unpleasant memories.

Horace pushed the wheelchair to the Ferris wheel and said, "Let's go. Let's take the Ferris wheel."

What did she just hear! Clara was shocked. Was this still the tough and aloof Horace? Shouldn't this be

something that only those youngsters did?

Horace looked back at the stunned Clara and asked, "Come on, girl."

"I just feel that... all of this is not your style." Clara tried to hold back her laughter.

Horace's face was a little red. He lowered his head and whispered, "If you want to laugh, then laugh."

Clara laughed out loud.

Horace coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

If not for the sake of making Clara happy, he really wouldn't have done something that he never

thought of doing.

Clara stepped forward and stared at Horace. "Have you been too busy these past few days? Or have

you eaten something bad? How did you come up with such a romantic thing like riding the Ferris

wheel? Don't scare me."

It was unknown whether it was because of the environment of the amusement park or he was affected

by Clara's words, but Horace also became less cold, revealing a rare shyness.

Horace stood up and looked at Clara, asking in a low voice, "Don't all girls like to sit on Ferris wheels?

Isn't it romantic?"

Clara sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's at night. The park isn't lively enough. There's not even anyone

selling marshmallows."

"Marshmallows? You want to eat it?" Horace saw that Clara wasn't so angry, and he was also in a

better mood.

He immediately took out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Call someone who sells marshmallows and ask them to sell them to us. They will come immediately.

Wait a minute."

Clara quickly stopped Horace and finally smiled.

She said, "I was just saying. I don't want to eat it. Don't call. At this time, those who sell marshmallows

are probably already resting. I can't bear to wake them up. Don't call them."

"Alright, as you wish."

Clara was always so considerate.

A staff member of the Ferris wheel came up and said to Horace, "Mr. Kirkland, we have prepared

everything for you. You can start at any time."

Clara noticed that the Ferris wheel should have been closed. Obviously, Horace specially asked the

people of the amusement park to open it again. The staff was very respectful to them.

The two of them got on the Ferris wheel together. Horace held Clara's hand and asked, "I know that

you are in a bad mood these days and you are angry with me. But, just listened to my explanation,

okay? Can you forgive me?"

The way Clara looked at Horace's eyes, which didn't have the usual indifference and arrogance, and

there was actually a hint of begging, and her heart immediately softened.

"Horace, you don't have to explain. Although I don't understand why you are so tolerant to Ashlee, I

also thought that you naturally have your reasons, but I'm just... jealous... You didn't come back for the

whole night..." Clara said the words in her heart.

"Are you jealous?" Horace's eyes suddenly lit up. Obviously, their focus was completely different.

Horace did not expect that Clara would be jealous because of the matter between him and Ashlee.

Did that mean... that she cared more and more about him?

Looking at the woman in front of him whose cheeks were slightly red, Horace felt that his cold heart

suddenly softened. He pinched her chin and kissed her.

The two of them kissed for a long time before they separated. The past few days of estrangement had

already disappeared. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

At this time, Horace felt that it was time to clarify the matter to Clara.

Horace reluctantly let go of Clara and whispered, "Clara, do you remember me telling you about the

time I was saved by a little girl when I was a child?"

"I remember. You showed me the photos." Clara did not know why Horace suddenly mentioned this.

"Ashlee is the little girl who saved me back then."

"What..."

Clara widened her eyes in disbelief.

This... this was too much of a coincidence, right?