Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 201 You'll Know It Soon

There was neither a photo nor the real name, but only several pages of Elaine's resume that was filled

with her outstanding experiences.

She graduated from a famous university with an advanced diploma. All of her experiences made her a

synonym for Excellence.

Moreover, during the current years after her graduation from a design college abroad, she had

participated in different design competitions and had won countless prizes.

Apart from that, according to some hearsays, Elaine was young and beautiful.

Such hearsays made Elaine much more mysterious to the public and also made people like Clara more

curious about her.

Clara began to look forward to the interview three days later.

When Clara went back home after work, she noticed that the person named Back2Past had been

sending messages to her.

Clara: Are you still there?

Back2Past: Yes.

Clara: Can't you just tell me who you are?

Back2Past: No, I can't.

Clara: Why?

Back2Past: Because now is not the perfect time for me to uncover myself.

Clara: I think that we are acquainted. Why can't you just tell me?

Back2Past: You'll know it soon. I am going to log off. Remember, you should cherish what you have

now.

Clara: What do you mean?

Back2Past: I only mean that I think you are happy now.

Clara: So?

There was no response anymore.

For several days, Clara had chatted with Back2Past in the same style.

Clara found it bizarre that Back2Past would always give her the same answer, "you would know it

soon", whenever she asked something.

Such an answer was quite similar to the mysterious action of giving her a candy and then informing her

that there was a surprise approaching without telling any concrete details.

She always found that what Back2Past said was rather strange, which made her unable to guess its

real intention hidden behind those words.

Clara felt that this Back2Past was living near her or monitoring her since it knew everything about her.

This person must be someone she knew. Yet, she could not figure its true identity out even with all her

wits.

This mysterious account not only confused her, but also gave her goosebumps and made her feel that

something bad was going to happen.

She felt as bad as she was going to lose something important and she could not keep it however hard

she had tried.

Who was this person? Clara mumbled.

At that moment, the light in the hallway was lit as Horace took off his shoes and put on slippers.

"Welcome home, Horace!" Clara looked out from the kitchen and slightly wiped the water on her hands

with her apron.

Clara proffered a plate of cabbage and said, "We can have our meal soon. Go wash your hands and

we can have soup later."

Clara did not prepare too many dishes for dinner since there were only she and Horace at home. The

maid was not there that day, so she just prepared one vegetable dish and one meat dish for their

dinner.

Although Horace was not a picky eater, Clara still wanted to provide some fresh food for him.

After dinner, Back2Past again occurred to her when she was washing dishes.

Horace might know him.

After the washing, Clara took out her phone and opened her friend list on Twitter. She clicked on the

personal-information page of Back2Past and showed it to Horace tentatively.

"Well, Horace, do you know him?" Clara ventured.

Horace took her phone and carefully checked on Back2Past's photo page and comment page on

Twitter, to Clara's disappointment, shook his head.

"No, I don't know this person," giving a comforting pat on her shoulder, Horace answered.

Actually, Clara had seen that coming because Back2Past posted nothing online except for those

messages to Clara.

No one could tell who this mysterious person was only from its profile photo and brief self-introduction.

Even Clara could not think of anyone that might fit this identity after their conversation, not to mention

Horace.

When Clara was taking a bath that night, she accidentally dropped her phone, which caused the water

to seep into it.

Clara wiped her phone anxiously and tried to reboot it, but she failed. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Horace!" Clara cried.

"Clara, what happened?" Horace responded, curious about why she would need him when taking a

shower.

Clara turned off the tap, dried her body, put on her pajamas and walked out with her poor phone which

could not be rebooted.

Toweling her wet hair, she handed her phone to Horace and said, "Some water got into it and now I

can't reboot it. Can you fix it for me?"

Horace pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his legs and said gently in a doting tone, "You little

clumsy pumpkin."

After a careful check, Horace shook his head and said, "No, I can't."

Realizing that Horace would drive her to work the next morning and it might not be a big deal even if

she couldn't use her phone for only half a day, Clara decided to have her phone repaired after work

tomorrow.

However, things could go wrong when it's least expected.

The next morning, when Clara had just arrived at her office, she found that all her colleagues looked

bizarre.

"Good morning, everyone!"

No one answered her morning greeting.

Clara realized that everyone was looking at her with a strange expression.

Sarah came over with a mysterious look and comforted secretly, "Clara, don't be sad. After all, a child

is not the most important thing; love is."

"What?"

Clara was puzzled by Sarah's words.

After all, it had been quite a long time since Clara found that she was actually not pregnant.

Why would everybody suddenly comfort her about this after such a long time?

At that moment, Diane Kirby showed up and sneered with a sarcastic look, "Clara, how dare you? Who

is the biological father of your dead baby? The editor-in-chief or someone else? Well, maybe even you

yourself don't know who he is."

Clara was startled and shocked by Diane's words. She wondered why she would defame her in such a

way when there had not been any conflicts between them.

At that moment, Darren showed up after he noticed the noise outside his office.

"Be quiet! It is work time now! Concentrate on your work."

Darren did quiet the crowd down but did not stop them from observing Clara.

Everybody was gossiping in so low a voice that Clara could only feel their attitude but not hear any

word clearly.

"How dare she come to work? If I were her, I would definitely hide myself when there is such a huge

scandal about me."

"She looked tired. It might be that she again flirted with Mr. Kirkland this morning in order to prevent

him from leaving her, ugh…"

"Poor people must have their own sins."

"I thought she was a good girl at the very beginning. It was unexpected that she was so indiscreet."

"Well, cats hide their claws."

"I hope that she can realize her mistakes and try to be a good girl in the future."