Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 205 Failure of the Trickery

"A good show? What's that?" Clara was puzzled by his words—he might have designed a plan secretly.

Horace noticed the confusion on Clara's face. He gently stroke her hair and said, "Don't worry. Those

who once hurt you, I will make them pay for it."

Feeling the serious and profound love in Horace's eyes, Clara blushed. She gave him a solid hug and

then nestled against his chest.

"You have been so good to me," Clara said in a low voice. Eyes red, she was grateful that she could

have a chance to be with him, "Thank you."

"I am the one who should say thank you," tenderness flickering in eyes, Horace lowered his head and

gently stared at her.

Clara was confused, "What do you thank me for?"

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Horace did not say it out.

Since the kidnap case ten years ago, blankness had filled his life. He once thought that he would never

be able to care about and love someone else again and his life in the future would only be as cold as

ice.

Yet, the arrival of Clara colored and warmed his life like a beam of sunshine, which convinced him that

he was still able to love and be loved. How could he not be grateful to her?

Horace did not express his feelings and left a gentle kiss between her eyebrows. He lowered his head

to look at her and said, "Let's go."

Then, they came out of the office together with Clara pushing the wheelchair.

The secretary outside the office rolled her eyes upward with disdain at the appearance of Clara. Then,

realizing her attitude, Horace cast a cold glare at the secretary, which made her lower her head

immediately with fear.

"If you treat Mrs. Kirkland in such a way again, you'll be fired," Horace gave his warning before he got

in the lift.

"Yes, sir! I will behave myself! Please forgive me, Mrs. Kirkland!" shivering, the secretary apologized.

"It's fine. Never mind," Clara replied.

Horace drove Clara to a restaurant.

The greeters offered their warmest greeting as soon as they saw Clara and Horace get out of the car.

"Mr. Kirkland, Mrs. Kirkland, are you here for lunch? There are rooms for couple upstairs," the greeter,

noticing the wheelchair, added, "Do you need help? I will find someone for you right now."

Then, he reached out for Horace's wheelchair.

"No, thanks. I can do it myself," Clara turned a little around to dodge the greeter's hand.

Seeing that the greeter treated these two people so well, other customers sighed— the greeter did not

show them such a broad smile when they arrived. Yet, the ushered did not care about what the other

customers thought at all.

Of course, Horace was the most important since if he was pleased, the restaurant could earn double or

even triple, which could, in turn, double or even treble the greeter's salaries. Therefore, how could he

not show the broadest smile to him?

"No thanks. We will sit on the first floor for a while," Horace answered in a casual tone.

"Got it. Please," the greeter welcomed them in with a bow.

Clara and Horace went into the restaurant. Actually, she was quite confused about his purpose of going

there since they seldom dine there and, moreover, it was not the time for lunch yet.

However, to be honest, she felt a bit hungry already. It might be because she had over-exercised

herself just now.

When thinking about what they had done in the office, Clara blushed again. When Horace looked up

and saw her flushed cheeks, a faint smirk crossed Horace's face as if what they had done had also

occurred to him.

Horace asked Clara to push him to a table close to a corner which was quiet and concealed since there

was a screen around them.

"Horace, what are we here for?"

"You'll know it soon," Horace leaned his body to one side to look over the screen, mysterious darkness

filling his eyes.

Clara paused for a few seconds and then looked over the screen in the same direction. She became

angry when she saw the people sitting on the other side of the screen.

She saw Sean, Darren and Ashlee sitting there having lunch.

Clara nearly sprung to her feet and went to question them why they played those tricks on them. She

could not understand why they would hurt their family members.

Horace stopped her instantly and said, "Don't worry. They'll fight against each other soon."

"What?" Clara was confused. However, out of her trust in Horace, she stopped and waited for his

instruction.

Horace led her to sit down and said, "We'll wait and see."

Realizing that Horace was confident about his plan, she cast another despising look at those three

people and then sat down quietly, waiting for the show.

On the other side of the screen, Darren was obviously unhappy about having lunch with Ashlee and his

father.

Whereas, Ashlee was quite happy about the food and she was trying her best to please them.

"Sir, have a try on this. It is delicious," Ashlee picked some dishes for Sean and said, "Darren, help

yourself to try it."

Ashlee was quite happy that day, and her happiness was intensified whenever she thought about the

negative gossips and comments towards Clara on Twitter, which also improved her appetite.

Yet, Sean was calm.

Sean and Ashlee were imagining how embarrassed Horace would be after the news.

Darren asked worriedly, "Don't you think that we have treated Clara too badly?"

"You foolish boy!" Sean scolded, "How would you succeed with such cowardness?"

Darren wanted to refute, but he gave up after thinking about it for two seconds. He knew that he could

not change their opinions however hard he tried, so he had to protect Clara on his own.

Clara and Horace were at such a concealed vintage point on the other side of the screen that they

could observe the three but not be seen by them.

Suddenly, someone called Darren.

"Darren's speaking. What happened?" Darren instantly changed his expression after he listened for a

while, "What? Are you sure? That's impossible! Are you sure about what you have found out?"

After a while, rage began to flame in his eyes, "Fine, got it."

Noticing his anger, Ashlee tightly took Darren by his arm. Although she was worried that something

terrible might have happened, she still smiled, "Darren, what happened?"

Darren hung up the call and suddenly turned around to face Ashlee. He glared at her with red eyes and

questioned her furiously, "Ashlee, why did you lie to me?"