Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 60 Where Are the Photos From?

"Martha and Donald told him." Horace said simply, "They are grandpa's people. It was said that

Grandpa sent them to take care of me, but they are also watching me."

Clara realized the reason Horace always wanted to get rid of Martha was this.

The reason Russell watched Horace was that he cared about him. But no one liked to be watched.

Especially Horace hid his situation about his legs.

"Well," Clara hesitated to ask, "Why don't you tell your grandpa that you're not disabled? I think he

cares about you a lot."

Horace opened his eyes. "He cares about me very much. However, he is old and wants to enjoy a

peaceful and happy life. Therefore, sometimes there are some problems in his judgment."

Clara was confused. "What judgment?"

"Judgments about his families." Horace said, "For example, he always thinks that Sean and I should

get along well, so if he knows about my legs, he may inadvertently tell it to him."

Clara was stunned, and then she realized.

Horace hid his situation from Sean.

The relationship among big families was too complicated. Thinking about this, Clara had a headache,

sleeping in a daze.

In a trance, she seemed to see Horace sitting at her desk, taking out something to look at.

Under the light, she saw that the thing in Horace's hand was shining faintly, like a crystal pendant.

Was that the pendant before?

Clara felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Whose pendant was it? Who made Horace care so much?

Thinking of these, Clara slept.

…

Compared with the peace of Clara, the atmosphere in the other room of the house was much tenser.

Darren walked into the room with a livid face. Ashlee, who had changed into pajamas in the room,

hurried over to hug his arm. "Darren, where have you been? I have been waiting for you for a long time

after taking a bath." Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Ashlee wore a silk lace nightdress on purpose. She looked more attractive under the dim light. Her

chest was constantly rubbing Darren's arm.

But Darren was not moved at all. He just glanced at Ashlee gloomily. "Ashlee, do you have anything to

explain to me?"

Ashlee was a little scared by his attitude. "Explain what? Darren, what's the matter with you?"

"Those photos today." Seeing Ashlee still pretending to not know, Darren sounded impatient, "Who

allowed you to release those photos of Clara?"

Ashlee turned pale.

Did Darren know she expose these pictures?

"Darren... Did you... Did you misunderstand something?" She flustered, "I don't know how those

indecent photos came out suddenly, but you believe—"

"Ashlee, why are you pretending at this time!" Darren just felt that the face in front of him was becoming

more and more annoying. He got rid of her. "Grandpa has found out! How would he think of me?"

What?

Even Russell knew about this?

Ashlee's face turned pale.

She didn't realize that she was trying to frame Clara, but she was hurting herself by her doing!

Looking at Darren, she knew that the only chip in her hand was Darren. Her eyes became red quickly,

and pulled his sleeve sadly, "Darren, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't think it through. Will you hate me

because of this?"

As she spoke, tears trickled down her face.

It had to be said that Ashlee was very beautiful. At this time, she was a weeping beauty, who looked

even more moving. After all, she was also his girlfriend. Darren was a little softhearted and slowed

down his tone, "Ashlee, tell me, why did you do this?"

Ashlee bit her lip and whispered, "Because I'm too scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you're still thinking about her. I'm afraid you'll love her again, and then... And then abandon

me..."

Darren didn't expect Ashlee to say that. He was stunned. Looking at her smiling face full of tears, he

felt a little distressed and stretched out his hand to hug her.

"Fool." He whispered, "Clara did such a dirty thing two years ago. How could I have anything to do with

her?"

Not knowing if it was because there were too many unpleasant things today when Ashlee heard

Darren's promise, she didn't feel relieved at all. Instead, she felt even more anxious.

"Darren." She nestled in Darren's arms and could not help whispering, "If you knew that two years

ago... she didn't do those things, would you come back to her?"

This had always been Ashlee's demon.

She once thought that as long as Darren and Clara broke up, they would be separated. After all, life

was not a TV drama. Who could still remember others after breaking up? Most people became

strangers after all.

But now she became less and less confident.

She did not expect that Darren would become Clara's boss, let alone Clara would become Horace's

aunt.

Ever since she knew that Clara worked for Darren, she had been worried that Clara would explain what

happened before. But she didn't know why Clara never explained. She was puzzled and yet relieved.

But she was still worried.

Looking at Darren's attitude towards Clara recently, she always felt that she underestimated the

feelings between them. She was really afraid. After Darren learned the truth, would he reunite with

Clara?

Darren didn't expect Ashlee to say that. He was stunned for a while, but he quickly said in a cold voice,

"The photos are the proof. It isn't a misunderstanding."

Ashlee looked at his cold face and dared not speak.

Darren looked at the poor woman in his arms and suddenly thought of something. He frowned, "By the

way, how did you get those photos?"

Those photos were sent to him by an anonymous email. He didn't show them to anyone except Horace

and Clara, but why did Ashlee have them?

As she was caught up in her own thoughts, Darren's question struck her back to reality. She blanched.

Oh, no, she almost forgot the origin of the photos.

Looking at Ashlee's suddenly colorless face, Darren finally realized something. He slowly pulled her

away from his arms. His face stern, his dashing eyebrows frowned. "Ashlee, did you send me those

photos?"