Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 77 I Live Here Today

Clara could tell at a glance that Horace was probably someone who had never done housework before.

He was a bit clumsy for the simple tasks of collecting garbage and washing cups, and his expensive

shirts were splashed with water.

"That..." Clara couldn't help but say, "Do you need help?"

"No." Horace muffled his throat and stubbornly wiped the table.

Clara looked at his clumsy hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

However, she had to admit that although he was not good at it, Horace's perfect physique and

handsome face still look quite pleasing to the eye when he was doing housework.

Clara looked at Horace in front of her, and originally felt a little sweet feeling in her heart, but suddenly,

she thought of something, and her eyes darkened.

She thought about why she hurried home.

It was because of a necklace of Horace's.

It's because her heart was already a little chaotic.

She quickly avoided her gaze, forcing herself not to see him again.

She said to herself, "Clara, you can't look at him anymore, no matter how many times you looked at

him, such an excellent man will never be yours."

Horace was packing things, and a weak voice suddenly sounded in the room next to him, "Clara, is

there a guest at home?"

Clara was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that Helena, who was resting, was disturbed

by them.

Afraid that Helena saw Horace standing up, she quickly walked into the room.

"Mom, did we wake you up?" She walked over and saw Helena sitting up, "I've already requested

someone to buy food, you can eat it after a while."

Hearing the noise outside, Helena frowned, "Who is here?"

Clara looked embarrassed, "It's Horace."

"Your husband?" Helena's expression suddenly became complicated. "He came to see you? What is

he doing outside?"

Clara didn't know how to answer, so she could only whisper, "He's cleaning the room for me."

This time, Helena was stunned.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and finally, she whispered, "Forget it, you just have to figure some things out

yourself."

Of course, Clara understood what Helena was talking about, walked over, held her hand gently, and

whispered, "Mom, don't worry. I will control myself."

This promise was not only for Helena but also for herself.

She couldn't let herself really fall in love with Horace.

Helena looked at Clara, her eyes glinting with inexplicable emotions, "Okay, I trust you."

Clara smiled lightly and walked out of the room again.

When she came out, Horace had already tidied up the room, and stood there, holding a rag in his hand,

and said proudly, "I have tidied everything up. Not bad, huh?"

Seeing Horace's expression was almost asking for credit, Clara couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Who would have thought that Mr. Kirkland, who was always so calm even while doing a deal worth

hundreds of millions of dollars, would be so proud of cleaning a room?

"Very good," she praised sincerely. "Thank you."

While the two of them were talking, Isaac just came back.

Clara went to open the door for him. As soon as Isaac came in, he saw Horace with a rag in his hand,

and his eyes were so frightened that his eyeballs almost fell.

But he didn't dare to say anything, just handed over the meal honestly.

Clara took care of Helena and finished her meal, and she also ate some casually, it was already 11

p.m.

After clearing the table, Clara looked at Horace and Isaac, "Horace, Isaac, thank you very much today,

it's a little late, be careful when you go back to drive."

"Mrs. Kirkland, you are welcome." Isaac smiled and was about to stand up and leave.

But Horace next to him was still sitting on the chair and had no intention of returning to the wheelchair.

Isaac felt that something was wrong, and immediately asked tentatively, "Mr. Kirkland?"

"You go back first." Horace said lightly, "I live here today."

Live here?

Clara's eyes suddenly opened round, looking at Horace in disbelief.

Isaac was also shocked, but he was a well-trained special assistant, and he calmed down quickly,

"Okay, Mr. Kirkland, then I will pick you up tomorrow morning and bring you a change of clothes."

When he finished talking, he left without asking.

"Hey, Isaac, wait a minute." Clara was in a hurry. Seeing Isaac walking so fast, she could only look at

Horace, "Do you really want to live here today?"

Horace raised his eyebrows, "What? Can't I?"

"It's not impossible." Seeing Horace didn't seem to be joking, Clara became even more nervous, "It's

just that there are only two rooms here..."

"You and I, sleep in your room." Horace replied without hesitation, "Isn't that how it should be?"

Clara's face immediately flushed.

Although she and Horace did sleep on the same bed all day when they were in the villa, the bed in her

room was much smaller than that in Horace's villa.

If they were lying together...

She was a little afraid to think about it.

Moreover, in this way, isn't it completely contrary to her original intention of leaving the villa?

"You see the conditions here… I'm afraid you won't be used to it." Clara bit the bullet and continued to

make excuses.

"It doesn't matter." Horace raised his eyebrows slightly, "I don't care."

Clara really had no excuse, and after staring at Horace for a long time, she could only say, "then that's

ok. I... I'm going to take a bath first?" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Horace looked at her with a half-smile, "Okay."

Clara hurriedly entered the bathroom. Just as she was about to start washing, she suddenly found an

annoying problem.

There was no bathtub in her house, only a shower. The shower was also the simplest type. Usually, it

was enough, but at this time, her right hand was injured, and the showerhead could very easily splash

water on her wound.

She had no method at all, but she still took off her clothes, turned on the shower, turned on her side,

and washed carefully.

But her balance was not good, and the wound was still soaked with water. She wrinkled her face and

wanted to raise her hand, but she slammed into the bathroom door, and suddenly she felt heart-

wrenching pain

"Ouch!"

She couldn't help screaming in pain, and soon she heard hurried footsteps from outside the bathroom,

and Horace's worried voice, "Clara, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Clara hurriedly said, but the wound was so painful, her voice was shaking, and it didn't

seem like she was fine at all.

Therefore, Horace outside immediately said, "Wait a minute, I'll come in right away."

Clara panicked all of a sudden, "It's really fine. You don't need to..."

But before she could finish her words, she heard a knock on the bathroom door, which was opened

directly.