Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 208 The Perfume

Clara had a feeling that Elaine meant something else. Reluctantly smiling, Clara didn't ask any more

questions noted in her notebook. She had an instinct that something about this woman was about to go

out of her control.

But still, Clara couldn't help but ask her last question, "Why do you want me here for this interview?"

Elaine looked at Clara and smiled as if she already knew that Clara would ask such a question. There

was an inexplicable shine in her eyes, and she answered Clara's question very frankly.

"I'm a little curious about the President of Solrace, and I happened to know that you are his wife,"

Elaine said.

"Oh, yeah," Clara replied.

Clara looked at her inexplicable smile, a bad premonition flashed in her heart, and she thought, "Is she

one of Horace's crazy admirers?" Elaine was so beautiful and so talented, if she really wanted to be

with Horace, then she would definitely not be able to compete with her!

"Clara, what are you thinking? Even if you don't have confidence in yourself, don't you still believe in

Horace's love for you?" she thought to herself.

But looking at Elaine's frank face, it seemed that she just admired Horace for who he was at work.

He was very charming and attractive and thus attracted many female fans. But that was not a reason

for her, his wife, to misunderstand him for having an affair with his admirers.

"How is your relationship with him?" Elaine asked when Clara was thinking about it.

"Well. It's a marriage based on mutual trust and love. That is all I can tell you. "Clara pursed her lips

and said, with the happy smile of a woman in love.

"That's nice," Elaine's eyes flashed with undetectable sadness, "I've heard about the Clara Fund

founded by Solrace. He must love you so much."

"Yeah." Clara replied, "Elaine, you are so beautiful and you are such a nice person. You'll definitely

have someone who loves you and treats you well."

Elaine looked up at Clara and felt that the smile on Clara's face was too bright for her to watch. She

smiled and said softly, "I have someone I love deeply, and he treats me very well."

"Who is this mysterious Mr. Right?" Clara asked as she had never heard that Elaine had a boyfriend.

She was aroused by a strong curiosity.

"We are temporarily separated now. But I know that he must have me in his heart. Because we are

irreplaceable to each other. Miss Selman, do you think I'm delusional?"

Elaine looked at Clara as she spoke, with a charming smile on her face, but an inexplicable hint of

undertone flashed in her eyes.

"Well, I believe that for a beautiful woman like you, Elaine, that gentleman must still love you deeply."

Clara was really curious about what kind of man would win Elaine's heart. But since Elaine was not

ready to share that information with the public, she stopped asking.

"To be honest, I envy you for your happiness." Elaine looked at the inexplicable expression on Clara's

face, and continued, "I believe that many women in the world feel the same."

"Yeah," Clara smiled. "Everyone will meet their destined someone."

"Oh, I don't believe that's true. Not everyone can grasp their own happiness like you." Elaine continued.

"If something belongs to you, you will have it eventually, because it is your fate to have it," Clara said.

Elaine smiled, looked at Clara, and replied, "I hope so. Thank you."

Before Clara left, Elaine handed her a beautifully packaged gift box.

Clara opened it and it was a bottle of exquisite perfume. Although there was no logo on it, it seemed

that it was very expensive.

Clara was flattered and declined, "No, this is too valuable a gift for the first meet. Elaine, I really can't

have it."

Elaine smiled and said, "I like you. It feels nice talking to you. Please take it."

Elaine curled up her lips slightly, "I just want to be friends with you. Of course, if you have no interest in

that, I understand."

Clara thought about it, and she liked her too, so she took the gift.

"I'm glad you would like to be my friend," Elaine said.

"It's an honor for me to have a friend like you. Please call me Clara."

"The honor is mine, Clara." Elaine said. "So, would you mind if I ask you for your private phone number.

Maybe someday we could go out together for a cup of coffee."

"Of course!"

Elaine and Clara exchanged mobile phone numbers.

After the interview, the driver sent Clara home directly.

When she got home, Clara took out the bottle of perfume from her bag. She examined the packaging

thoroughly but had no clue at all, so she simply sprayed a little on her neck.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The fragrance was pretty good. Elaine really had good taste. This perfume was not aggressive at all,

and it had a long-lasting low note, which was to her liking.

As evening approached, Clara searched the Internet for recipes and decided to show off her skills and

make Horace a nice dinner.

While doing the last dish, Horace came back.

"You're back." Clara leaned out of the kitchen and looked at Horace and greeted him.

Horace looked at Clara wearing an apron and holding a spoon in her hand and smiled.

It's a good feeling for him. He was no longer alone. Someone was here waiting for him and cooking him

meals.

Thinking about it, Horace walked into the kitchen, gave Clara a hug from behind, buried his face in

Clara's neck, and took a deep breath.

Within two seconds, Horace suddenly changed his expression and pushed Clara away.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Clara was taken aback and looked at Horace inexplicably.

"What's the smell?" Horace asked with a frown.

"It's… a new perfume," Clara replied, having no idea what he was talking about.

Clara looked at Horace's serious face, and her heart started to beat really fast.

Horace's face changed, and he asked seriously, "Why are you wearing a different perfume today?"

Clara replied, "I went to an interview today, and someone gave it to me. I thought I might try it on.

What's wrong?"

"Which brand is it?" Horace continued to ask, his eyes turned to the dishes on the table, and he took a

deep breath, trying to calm himself down.