Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 72 The Mysterious Necklace

Clara had seen this necklace many times. And every time, Horace held it like a treasure in his hand, as

if he was drowned in his thought, fascinated by the necklace.

Clara stopped the word that she was about to utter, and just looked at Horace quietly.

Under the moonlight, the expression on Horace's face now was completely different from who he used

to be.

With a bit of nostalgia, mixed with some similar feelings like regret and helplessness.

Out of no reason, Clara felt as if there's a little hedgehog rolling on her chest, choking her up.

At this point, Horace seemed to notice Clara's approach and turned around.

"Have you finished washing?" In the blink of an eye, his face returned to his coldness in usual days.

And the necklace was put back in his palm.

"Yeah." Clara calmed herself down as fast as she could, "You can go and wash."

"Okay."

Horace nodded and walked back to the room.

He didn't rush to the bathroom, but walked to the desk, carefully put the necklace in his hand into the

first drawer, and then walked into the bathroom with the bath towel.

Clara stayed in the room and heard the sound of watering in the bathroom. Her eyes couldn't help but

fixed on the desk.

She couldn't help being curious.

What was the origin of that necklace? Why did Horace look so sad every time he looked at that

necklace?

Clara didn't know what happened to her before. She's never been a very curious person, but at this

moment, she just felt as if there's an invisible hand pushing her at her back, pushing her step by step to

the desk.

Just take a look...

There should be no problem?

After Clara confirmed that Horace was still bathing inside, she then held her breath and gently opened

Horace's drawer.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. The necklace was like a thorn in her side, bugging her non-

stop.

Even when she was with Darren, she had never felt this way.

The drawer wasn't locked, and it was quickly opened. Clara saw that there were several documents

inside. Upon the documents, there were a few photos, and the necklace. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Clara took out the necklace first and placed it carefully in the palm of her hand.

It was a very beautiful necklace. Although the crystal wasn't as gorgeous as diamonds, it has a clear

and simple atmosphere. She could tell from the knife work that this would not be cheap.

Clara flipped the necklace over and was stunned when she saw the back.

The front of this necklace was engraved to the shape of heart. But on the back, there's a letter

engraved on it.

Different from the exquisite crafting of the necklace, the letter was obviously carved by a layman. It was

quite unsmooth, but still recognizable: the letter "L".

L…

In Clara's mind, she suddenly recalled what Russell Kirkland said to her back in the mansion—

"It's been ten years. Since Laura died, I thought Horace would never love anyone again."

Or maybe this necklace belonged to the woman named Laura?

"Who is Laura? Was she Horace's ex-girlfriend? And where is she now?"

Driven by curiosity, Clara couldn't help but took out the photos from the drawer.

The moment she saw the photo, she couldn't help being stunned again.

In the photo, there was a man and a woman. Both of them were very young. They seemed to at their

18s.

The boy, Clara recognized him quickly. He was Horace.

Instead of the mature and stable Horace today, it's the very young version of Horace. His facial features

were as charming as they are now. But the Horace back then seemed more boyish and exuberant.

If the present Horace was a cup of low-key but fragrant tea, then the younger Horace must be a bottle

of spirits, vigorous, high-spirited, but so enticing . It made people intoxicated at a glance.

But what caught Clara's attention more was the girl in the photo.

That was a very beautiful girl. She was so pretty that even Clara was stunned when seeing her.

She had always thought that Ashlee Middleton was already very beautiful. But compared with the girl in

the photo, Ashlee was like comparing carnation with roses. Something was missed after all.

Such a beautiful girl... Could it be Laura? The owner of this necklace?

Clara suddenly felt upset for no reason in her heart.

That kind of feeling was just like the awkward feeling she had in elementary school. When Glenn

Middleton suddenly be so kind that she was transferred to a private school, she saw Ashlee for the first

time. Ashlee was wearing a beautiful dress, and she was wearing the clothes left by other little boys.

So she could only stood awkwardly beside her. She now felt the same.

Clara was lost in her thought, not even realizing that the sound of water splashing in the bathroom had

disappeared.

Until a cold voice with a faint anger sounded in her ear…

"Clara, what are you doing!"

Clara suddenly woke up as if cold water pouring over her head. She got up quickly, and saw Horace

came out of the bathroom before she knows. He was wearing pajamas. Water was still dripping from

her hair. A pair of black eyes was staring into her coldly.

Clara panicked immediately, as if she was caught as a thief. Even the necklace was still in her palm,

"Horace, I'm just— Ouch!"

She hurriedly wanted to explain and put the necklace in her hand back hurriedly at the same time. But

she was so nervous that the necklace fell off.

Clara's face suddenly turned paler!

This was a crystal necklace! If it hits the ground, it will smash into pieces!

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, even using her injured hand. She could feel the pain of the

wound being torn apart, but she couldn't even care about it.

But she didn't expect that the Horace next to him moved faster.

He bent and strode over. The necklace eventually landed firmly in his hand before it fell to the ground.

Clara's hand grabbed the air as if she really had something in her hand. She couldn't help but breathe

a sigh of relief when she saw that the necklace was fine.

But before she could finally relax, she heard Horace's cold voice above her head…

"Clara, please explain what the hell you're doing?"

Her heart almost stopped. She raised her head, and saw Horace holding the necklace in her hand,

looking at her coldly.

The moment she met his black eyes, Clara only felt that her heart was being violently hammered. The

pang was killing her.

She never thought that Horace would look at her like this.

Even before, when they first met, although Horace was indifferent to her, he would never look at her

this way…

There's no temperature in the icy cold eyes, and there's even a little bit of disgust.

Clara's lips quivered a few times, and she finally said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I noticed that you keep

staring at this necklace and have been in a daze for a few times. So I couldn't help getting curious..."

Her voice grew lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible.