Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 135 The Night Two Years Ago

Horace, shocked, hung up the phone and went back upstairs to his room.

He was thrilled to see Clara changing but said nothing, "You've had a long day; go back to your

bedroom and get some rest."

Clara knelt and lay close to his legs, saying, "What about you? You're more tired than me today, aren't

you?"

Horace said, "I'm waiting for Alastair; he's coming to see me later for something."

"Oh, okay. Don't stay up too late." Clara nodded and went ahead to take a shower.

In the bathroom, Clara was lost in thought.

Clara was overwhelmed by everything that had happened at the auction today.

First Laura's diamond pen, to the loss of the peace amulet, to Horace's $10 million auctions for the

peace amulet, Darren and Ashlee's fight, Ashlee's pregnancy and Horace's drink blocking ...

Clara inevitably feels many emotions.

Water is gentle, mainly as the warm water flows over Clara's body, each stream of heat invading her

skin and flowing from her hair to her feet; Clara's tense nerves are instantly relieved, so comfortable.

Clara thought of Horace.

He had bought her mother's peace charm at the auction for $10 million and had stood up to Ashlee's

spilt red wine in case she was hurt, and he was always there when she was in danger ...

It's just that there seem to be many obstacles between Clara and Horace, like Darren, Laura and the

truth about what happened two years ago.

Perhaps Horace doesn't care, but what happened two years ago will always be a thorn in Clara's side,

often stabbing her in the heart.

But who didn't have a past? The fire and Laura were the thorns in Horace's side. He still had to pretend

to be disabled and got tons of things to deal with.

On the other side the living room.

Horace had been watching the news on his phone for a while but hadn't even read a word.

What Alastair said on the phone had thrown Horace into contemplation.

What was the truth, and could Alastair solve the mystery?

For a moment, Horace was suddenly terrified of knowing the truth. Because, as often happens, the

truth is terrible.

Horace waited anxiously, and it was some time before Alastair arrived.

The nanny went back, and Horace got up from his wheelchair.

Everything about the auction was not exhausting; it was the wheelchair that was the most tiring.

Horace poured Alastair a glass of wine.

Alastair took it and said, "How could you still dare to drink red wine? You've had it all over you, addicted

to it?"

He put his nose up, sniffed Horace's clothes, then covered his nose and said, "Such a strong smell of

wine, huh? You seem to be a good drinker, man."

Horace asked impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me, what did you mean by what you said on

the phone? Any luck with the silk scarf?"

Alastair looked pleased and said, "It's been a long night. What's your hurry? Alas, you're a man with no

sense of humor, always acting cool, aren't you tired?"

Horace sat down on the sofa and said, "Stop it! Come on, tell me about the silk scarf; what do you

remember, don't test my patience."

"All right, fine." Alastair threw up his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "There's someone you

have to thank on the auction. She's the one who reminded me of something related to the silk scarf."

"Who?" Horace waited for Alastair's answer.

Alastair laughed aloud at the sight of Horace's eagerness and said, "Look at your anxious face, tsk tsk.

You don't get to see this every day, haha!"

Horace grabbed Alastair by the collar and said aggressively, "Enough! Spit it out! Who is it, who is she!"

"Let go of your hand, hey! Alright, I'll tell you!"

Horace let go of his hand, and Alastair said as he took a step back in a hurry.

"It's Ashlee! If she hadn't thrown red wine at Clara, you, Horace saved the day with red wine spilt all

over you; I wouldn't have remembered it. I thought I'd seen this before when I was wiping you with a

silk scarf. ..."

Alastair pretended to be pondering.

Horace waited dumbly. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong!

Horace closed in on Alastair, locked his eyes and threatened, "Alastair, what bloody time is it? Will you

stop selling out, or I'll be unkind to you!"

"Geez, I'm just trying to break the ice. Look at you..."

Alastair watched Horace while kept laughing and crooked his finger at him, said, "Come on, serve the

mister."

"Had enough laughing? Had enough?" Horace was going to take Alastair down if he kept up the

charade!

Alastair had enough of laughing and then said to Horace, "Horace, I can tell you about the silk scarf,

but you have to promise me one condition."

Horace had guessed that and said, "I knew it! Go ahead."

"Pinkie swear!" Alastair made a gesture of a hook.

Horace batted away the gesture Alastair had flashed and said, "I still need that?"

Alastair smiled and said, "Restore my silk scarf factory immediately, I am innocent, and it is wronged.

Horace, it's all your fault; you don't even know how many girls I've lost in the meantime!"

Horace sat back down and said, "It won't be hard to recover the scarf factory, but it depends on the

value of the clues you provide."

"Don't worry. It's absolutely valuable." Alastair sat down and said, "And, definitely the truth you can't

imagine."

The truth.

Horace's heart was beating a little faster. Clara was at the Millennium Hotel two years ago, with whom

exactly... Horace dared not think any further.

Alastair suddenly asked, "Horace, do you want to hear it?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

Horace let out a deep breath and said, "I'm sure. I can take it; go ahead."

"All right then."

Alastair sat down peacefully and said thoughtfully, "Do you remember, two years ago, it was also a

party like this, and you and Logan Hutchinson had an argument and a nasty fight. You accidentally got NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

red wine on your clothes, and I lent you my silk scarf."

Horace thought hard and replied, "It seems like there was such a thing."

Horace remembered that night after he and Logan had argued and had drunk too much wine as if he

wasn't feeling too well; he left halfway through the party before it was over.

The venue for that party, he remembered, was a place not far from the Millennium Hotel.

Alastair saw that Horace was reminiscing, and his expression seemed to change quickly, so he put on

a bitchy face and said, "So, young master Mr. Kirkland, do you remember anything?"

"I ... I ..." Horace was momentarily speechless.

This time it was Alastair's turn to be rushed by Horace, and he said hurriedly, "And then what, you got

drunk, and then, you went to the Millennium Hotel ..."

Horace suddenly remembered that night two years ago!