Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 103 The Person Behind the Crime

Ashlee was stunned as if being stroked by thunder.

So, it was Horace who slept with Clara in the hotel last night?

So, her plan failed?

Ashlee almost screamed out in anger, yet she didn't dare to do so in face of Horace. She clenched her

fists tightly and left without casting more looks on Clara, biting her lips.

"Ashlee, wait!"

Clara called out.

Ashlee turned around, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her chin raised, looking like unwilling to

admit defeat.

"Ashlee, listen to me carefully. I'll forgive you this time." Clara looked at Ashlee coldly, "But I will take

revenge if you dare do such nasty things again."

Ashlee shivered, yet she managed to remain her arrogant look and then turned to leave.

After Ashlee left, Clara and Horace went into the car.

Clara remained silent during the way. She was in deep thought.

She was sure that it was Ashlee, her sister, who drugged her last night. She felt hurt thinking that her

sister wanted to ruin her reputation through such despicable means.

Thinking of what Ashlee had committed, Clara shivered.

What happened two years ago was so similar, was it Ashlee who did it too?

Horace noticed her unease. He shook her shoulder gently, saying, "Do you feel unwell? Are you

exhausted?"

Isaac's eyes were fixed on the back of the car before them, yet when he heard the word "exhausted",

he immediately thought of something and blushed.

Ashlee paused, then glared at Horace, her face red.

Horace coughed faintly, "You need to be mended."

"No, I'm not tired." Clara's face blushed even more, and she immediately explained her being absent-

minded.

"Not tired? Then I guess we can…"

Clara immediately reached out and covered Horace's mouth.

Yet her hand was grabbed by him.

Horace said seriously, "Tell me, what were you thinking about?"

He had a sharp observation.

Clara sat back. Looking at the busy street outside, she pondered for a while, and then said slowly, "I

suspect Ashlee had something to do with what happened to me two years ago."

"Need me send someone to investigate it?"

Clara hesitated.

She didn't have the power to face it before. But now, with Horace by her side, she had. She should find

out who was responsible for her loss of virginity two years ago.

"Okay." Clara agreed.

Horace thought of something. It seemed like he could tell her now. So, he said prudently, "To be

honest, I've been investigating something." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He cared about what happened at that time. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to investigate.

Clara's eyes sank. Yet she said nothing other than asking, "Did you find any information?"

Horace told Clara that the person who raped her was not an old man but someone else. As for who he

was, they didn't know yet.

Not an old man but someone else.

It didn't make much of a difference for Clara.

The dirty spot of her life wouldn't change if it was an old man or a handsome one. The past was

unchangeable.

Clara sighed, "Horace, I don't care so much about who the person was anymore. I just want to find out

who drugged me, who spread the rumor in my university, and who wanted my death."

Horace hugged her without saying anything more.

Since she wanted to truth, he would find it out for her.

He wanted to know the truth too.

However…

At the thought of the scarf, Horace's eyes darken, he didn't speak more.

"I'll find out the truth." He promised.

Clara suddenly recalled something. She asked with worry, "I hope no one saw your legs last night."

Hearing Clara's concern about him, Horace smiled, saying, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

The car stopped. Clara looked out from the window and found that instead of the villa, they arrived at

her apartment. She looked at Horace with a puzzle.

Horace said," I'd like to visit your mother."

Clara hesitated.

She knew that Helena didn't like Horace.

She didn't care about that before because she and Horace were just a couple by name.

But things were different now.

She thought maybe she should explain to Helena.

Thinking of this she nodded and got off the car with Horace.

Inside the apartment, Helena was reading an issue of GLAM.

"Mom," Clara entered the door and found Helena looked less sick.

"Madam." Horace entered in the wheelchair.

Helena froze, yet she greeted back politely.

Isaac put down the bags and went out.

"Please forgive us, Madam, we came in a rush and didn't get to prepare the gifts. These are some

supplements for your health."

Helena didn't like Clara to be with this rich guy. She said coldly, "We are just a humble family. These

gifts are too much for us. Please, you don't have to do this next time."

Horace looked at Helena without much of an expression.

"Mom!" Clara couldn't stand it. She sat down beside Helena's bed and said, holding her hand, "Horace

did it out of good intention."

Horace suddenly didn't know what to do.

Clara had never seen Horace so helpless. She was kind of amused. "Horace, it's about time for lunch,

go and get some food. My mother likes beef."

Horace nodded.

After Horace and Isaac left, Clara said to Helena, "Mom, you went too far. Horace is a good guy. He is

different from those typical rich men."

"I just don't like you being together with him, I prefer Darren."

"Mom, forget about Darren, my husband is Horace."

Seeing Clara being so protective of Horace, Helena asked, "Clara, tell me the truth. Have you fallen in

love with him? Why are you so protective?"

Of course, she had fallen in love with him.

She loved him so much that she had attached her life to him. She cared about every of his move. She

wanted to be with him forever.

Looking at Helena's worried face, Clara said, "Yes, mom. I'm madly in love with him. I want to live with

him forever."