Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 209 Kidnapped

"I don't know. You know I am not specialized in cosmetics." Clara tilted her head and glanced at Horace

strangely, pursed her lips, and replied.

"Well." Horace tried his best to restrain his restless emotions. He didn't want Clara to find anything

unusual. "I don't like the smell. Could you please wash it off?"

Clara frowned, feeling that Horace's reaction today was abnormal, but she didn't say anything. She

kept her silence and headed to the bathroom.

After Clara left, Horace pressed the center of his eyebrows with his hand. It seemed that he was lost in NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

thought.

Clara went to the bathroom and take a shower. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, thinking of

Horace and what he had just done to her. She could not explain her feelings right now.

Horace had never treated her like this and had always been gentle and considerate. What happened

today?

What's wrong with the perfume Elaine gave her? Why did Horace have such an unexpected reaction?

A series of questions weighed on Clara's mind, making her feel like she was about to lose her mind.

She wanted to ask Horace, but she thought that she might never get an answer.

After washing her face with cold water, Clara stopped herself from thinking nonsense. Anyway, what

she should know will always be known in the end. She did not want to hurt his feelings and their

relationship by overacting.

After leaving the bathroom, Clara went to the bedroom to change into pajamas, but she didn't see

Horace when she came out.

"Horace, where are you?" she called for him but heard no reply.

Not being able to find Horace, Clara was a little flustered and went to the balcony to take a look, and

unexpectedly found that Horace was alone there, staring at the front blankly, caught up in his own

thoughts.

Looking at Horace, Clara's uneasiness also increased a little bit at the same time. She always felt that

something she didn't know was happening that would disrupt her and Horace's current life.

After hesitating for a while, Clara stepped forward and stood in front of Horace. Holding his hand, she

asked, "What happened? Your hands are so cold. You could get sick out here in the wind."

Horace finally pulled himself out of his thought. He looked at Clara's warm smile in front of him and

said, "Nothing happened, just something tricky in the company."

Clara didn't believe it. How could things in the company make him look like this? He had always been

comfortable with his work.

"Horace, could you tell me what's wrong? Today, you..."

Clara was interrupted by Horace before she could finish her words, "It's really nothing. Let's have

dinner and see if your cooking skills have improved…"

Seeing Horace regaining his previous expression, Clara did not continue to ask any more questions.

In the next few days, Clara's life returned to its previous pace. She was not a public figure after all, and

the public's attention on her soon evaporated, and she was happy about that.

What was strange was that since the last time she saw Ashlee in the restaurant, there had not been

any news about her at all in the past few days. Where had she been?

This was so uncharacteristic of her. According to her personality, she should have come to the office to

make a scene with Darren. But Clara didn't have too much mind to think about affairs about her. She

was glad Ashlee was not around to cause trouble for her.

After getting off work, Clara was waiting for the car on the side of the road, when she turned around

inadvertently, she met a man in the eye.

The man hurriedly turned his head to the other side, then entered the cafe next to him.

Clara felt a little strange, as she always felt that she had seen him somewhere else. In the past few

days, she had been feeling that someone was stalking her. Could the stalker be this man?

But Clara told herself not to think too much because she had no solid evidence. She did not know him

at all and it was probably just a coincidence.

At this time, her taxi arrived, and Clara put aside all of that and got inside the car.

The next day, when Clara woke up, she saw that Horace had been up for a while and he was fixing his

tie in front of the mirror.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Clara was a little puzzled. Horace usually got up with her and

then took her to work.

Horace found that Clara was awake, so he went to the bed and sat down, and said, "The Company

called me and there is something urgent today, so I need to be there earlier. I'm so sorry that I would

not be able to send you to work. Do you think you can call a taxi?"

"Just go ahead. I'll be fine."

"Thank you, baby. Just take another nap." After leaving a kiss on Clara's forehead, Horace left in a

hurry.

Clara slept for another hour, got up, and went out after breakfast.

As soon as she left her doorstep, she saw a taxi slowly driving by.

This was a high-end residential area and taxis are rarely seen here. Clara thought she was so lucky

today.

She stopped the taxi, got inside, and said, "Mister, could you please go to the subway station?"

But as the car was driving, Clara suddenly felt that something was wrong. He was not driving in the

direction of the subway!

"Could you please check if we are going in the right direction?" However, the driver didn't answer her,

just drove straight ahead.

Clara finally realized the danger at this time.

"Stop the car! Let me get off!"

But the driver remained silent.

Clara wanted to open the car door and jump out, but the driver had thought of this so he had locked the

doors and windows just as she got inside.

Clara panicked. She leaned forward to grab the steering wheel. She did not want to be abducted like

this!

The driver impatiently took out a stick from one side and knocked Clara's head. Amidst the severe pain,

Clara completely lost consciousness.

...

When she woke up, the only thing she could feel was pain. The wound on her head seemed to have

stopped bleeding, but it was still painful. At the same time, her wrists and ankles were also tied

together.

Before she could thoroughly check out the injuries on her body, Clara began to look around, wondering

where she was. It seemed to be a terrace of a tattered and abandoned building.

Without thinking about why she was brought here, Clara struggled to untie the rope. She needed to

leave before something horrible happened to her.

At this time, the door of the rooftop was suddenly opened. Seeing the person walking in, Clara stopped

struggling and shouted out in fury,

"What do you want from me again?"