Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 153 As Mrs. Kirkland

When they woke up the next morning, Horace and Clara had breakfast together in the hotel.

Clara was very happy because everything was clear and she finally knew the truth.

Horace ordered the breakfast service in the hotel. It was a very luxurious breakfast and a waiter was

serving them nearby. Clara was not used to it.

Horace handed Clara a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice and whispered, "You were working too

hard last night. How about having some more juice?"

"Horace, keep your voice down. There are people around!" Clara blushed and looked nervously at the

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The professionalism of the waiter was respectful. He acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

On the table, she suddenly thought of something and asked Horace, "two years ago, in the morning,

was it you who put 10000 dollars in cash in the room?"

Horace nodded and said, "I later found out... Well, that was your first time, so I felt guilty and I wanted

to make it up to you. But I did not know how to face it, so…"

Two years ago, when he first saw Clara, he thought she was a prostitute because she was with that old

man.

He had no feelings for Clara at that time, so he left ten thousand dollars in the hotel room to make

compensation for her.

She said, "Do you mind that I donated the money? I donate it to a charity house."

"You did the right thing," Horace said.

Clara smiled and said, "At that time, I just wanted to make the money play its due value. In my opinion,

the money was dirty, and I didn't want to spend it on myself."

After the meal, Horace wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "of course, I can understand. But didn't

you really need money in those days?"

Yes, I did, very much. Clara thought.

Clara said to Horace, "Yes I did. I required money at that time because I needed to pay for my mother's

medical expenses in the hospital, my rent, and the food on the table. I was looking forward to my year-

end bonus to pay all the bills piling up on the table."

Clara said, "However, to me, that money was not owned with just means. I did not want to have them

on me so I gave them away. When I thought of some kids who could have proper meal and decent

clothes, I felt a little bit more relieved."

"How about now?" Horace looked at her with burning eyes. "Do you still think the money is dirty?"

"Since I knew it was you, I don't feel that way anymore." Clara made a face and smiled, "But I still

would've donated them. Because that money made me feel like it was a business deal."

Clara blushed.

Horace looked at her, and his heart softened.

When they both had finished, Horace whispered, "I will send you to work today. Let's go."

Clara quickly refused, "No, I'd better go by myself."

Horace frowned and said, "Now that everyone already knows your relationship with me. It's pointless to

hide anymore."

Clara was stunned.

She had to admit that what Horace said was quite reasonable.

Clara said, "Well, ok."

So Clara sat in Horace's black Bentley, and they set out together.

Clara has been struggling all the way to her company. She could not think of a way to handle her co-

workers as she knew that they were waiting for her explanation for that incident.

Seeing Clara's sad face, Horace asked, "Are you thinking about how to face your colleagues?"

"Well, I'm a bit scared, Horace."

"Don't be afraid." Horace held her hand in his and said "You have me, right?"

That was exactly why I was afraid. She thought.

The car stopped at the front gate of the building.

Clara took a deep breath and said goodbye.

It seemed that she had gathered all the strength that she had in her to get out of the car and get inside.

Horace pursed her lips and watched Clara get off the car with anxiety, and he found her exceptionally

cute.

Clara reached the gate of the building, took a few deep breaths, and then walked in with big strides.

As soon as she walked to the front desk of the hall, she found herself becoming the focus of gossip.

They were all staring at her and whispering to each other.

"She is the wife of Horace, the president of Solrace Corporation. Who could have known! She hid it so

well."

"Very ordinary woman. I don't know what Horace sees in her."

"Her skirt and necklace are so beautiful..."

"I heard from somewhere that she used to have a bad reputation. She's not a decent woman as she

pretends to be you know…"

Clara entered the elevator with her face half-covered but still was recognized. In such a closed

environment, Clara felt like their eyes were like worms, crawling all over her body.

At the door of the office, Clara felt that the road was as long as a hundred miles.

As soon as she entered the office, people surrounded her like hungry wolves praying on a piece of

juicy lamb steak.

Clara suddenly had an impulse to cry and yell as she really felt uncomfortable

Sarah stared at her, "Mrs. Kirkland, you have come to work!"

Stephanie smiled knowingly, "Clara, Congratulations! How does it feel to go public with Mr. Kirkland?"

Clara's lips twitched, "Thank you but I don't quite feel anything…"

Luis chimed in, "Clara, we don't know you are this good at picking up with rich man! Tell me the secret!

How did you do it?"

"How is he like at home? What is his favorite thing to do at home? Please, Clara, tell us all about it!"

"Clara, oh, no, Mrs. Kirkland, are you still going to work here? If I were you, I would quit this stupid job

and do whatever I like with all the money and time I have! "

Sure enough, they were a group of gossipy people. Clara sighed.

Clara said, "Please just stop asking me this and that! I am still me."

Sarah said as if she hadn't heard her, "Wait, you didn't change your clothes. You're wearing the same

dress as yesterday! Didn't you go home last night?"

Clara noticed that since she got up a little late in the morning, she didn't have time to go home from the

hotel to change.

Sarah suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God, you and Mr. Kirkland must not have gone home! Where have

you been? Have you been to the hotel...?"

"Sarah, stop!" Clara quickly covered her mouth with a red face and stopped her from going on.

Clara quickly walked to her desk and sat down, trying to hide in files from work.

Sarah looked at Clara and begins to fantasize.

She could not help but think, "These two were so romantic!"

In the office, only Diane's face was a little bit unnoticeably twisted. She never thought that Clara and

Horace could be husband and wife!

She once said Clara's husband was only an ugly dustman of Solrace…

Being so mean to Clara before, she could only imagine what her future life in the company would be.

Diane thought she'd better avoid offending Clara from now on.