Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 86 A Big Fire

On this side, after Clara left his car, she returned to the villa, ate dinner as usual, and quickly fell

asleep.

But she didn't know if it was her illusion. She felt that she was very sleepy today. She felt dizzy when

she was taking a shower. She fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow and she didn't even

have a dream.

She didn't know how long she slept in a deep sleep, but she was woken up by a pungent smell of

smoke.

She coughed and coughed.

She woke up in her sleep, struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and suddenly felt the stinging pain of

her eyes being smoked.

She immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly got up, but the moment she got up, she

realized that her body was so weak that she had no strength at all.

What's wrong with her?

But at this moment, she didn't care so much, and just quickly turned on the light on the bedside table.

In an instant, she saw black smoke filling the room.

Fire… it was on fire?

Clara was really frightened, and the pungent smell of smoke made her cough even harder. But she still

calmed herself down as fast as she could, quickly dragged her weak body out of bed, grabbed her

jacket, and rushed out the door.

But when she opened the door, she was even more frightened!

What a big fire!

Before the door was blocked, the fire from the outside did not spread in, but when the door opened,

she saw that the entire corridor was already on fire, and the flames were greedy.

"Martha! Donald!" At this moment, Clara was still worried about the two old people in the room, but no

one answered, leaving her to choke on the smoke.

She couldn't take care of that much anymore; she could only take care of herself first.

But looking at such a big fire in front of her, it was impossible to rush out directly!

She tried to calm down, ran back to her room, closed the door, and rushed into the bathroom with a

blanket, soaked it in water, and put it on her body before rushing out again.

With the protection of this blanket, she was a little more daring, and immediately lowered her body as

much as possible to avoid inhaling too much smoke from the corridor where the fire was raging.

She finally walked to the entrance of the corridor and was about to go downstairs, but she saw that the

stairs were burned even more severely. Several steps had been burned, and she couldn't get through

at all!

While she was in a panic, she suddenly saw a gust of white mist flowing towards her!

She looked at the white mist and was stunned for a few seconds before she realized…

It was a fire extinguisher!

The next second, in the white fog, a familiar slender figure rushed over.

"Clara! Where are you?"

The moment she heard this voice, Clara was shocked and delighted, screaming like she was grabbing

a life-saving straw, "Darren! Darren, I am here!"

The white mist of the fire extinguisher eased the fire on the stairs a little. She immediately saw Darren

running towards her, but at this moment, the railing of the next corridor was suddenly smashed down

by the fire, and the two of them were suddenly separated from each other. In the middle, the fire raged

again.

"Damn it!" She heard Darren covering his mouth and scolding, "Clara, stay there, I'll come find you right

away!"

Clara wanted to nod her head, but suddenly, she thought of something.

Wait a minute, is Horace's necklace still in the room?

It should be.

Horace treasures that necklace very much. He doesn't take it away from home. Usually, he keeps it in

the drawer when he goes to work or on business trips.

The fire was so big that after the table was burnt into ashes, the crystal necklace would definitely be

destroyed.

Then Horace would be heartbroken.

She couldn't help thinking about Horace's sad expression every time he held the necklace and

suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Damn, if she was rescued unscathed while she didn't try to take his most precious thing, would that

make her too selfish?

Although she knew that the necklace was just a dead thing, after all, that was the only left treasure for

him, she really couldn't bear to deprive him of the last bit of nostalgia!

Thinking of this, she looked at the blanket on her body, it was still wet, and it would last for a while. The

fire didn't get too big for the time being and Darren still needed some time.

So, she gritted her teeth, pinched her nose, and screamed, "Darren! I need to go back and get

something!"

Darren was struggling to put out the fire, and when he heard her words, there was a blow in his head

and he shouted, "Are you fucking crazy? What can be more important than your life?"

Clara didn't know what he said, but she just ran back to the room for a few seconds.

Her body was still a little weak for some unknown reason, but she couldn't care less, just clenched her

fists and rushed back to the room in one breath.

She was running too fast, inhaling too much smoke, and coughing badly, but she insisted on dragging

her feet towards the table.

She didn't close the door when she left, so the fire had spread to the room and the table was on fire.

She opened the drawer through the blanket.

But at this time, many soaked areas of the blanket have been dried, and her hands were immediately

scalded.

"Argh!" She screamed in pain, but she didn't care, she just endured the pain and pulled the drawer.

Soon, she saw the crystal necklace.

She took out the necklace as fast as she could and tried to take out the photo, but the photo was too

flammable and was burned all at once.

She had to give up and held the necklace, but she didn't dare to use too much force, and immediately

tried to rush out of the room again.

But just as she rushed to the door, the bookcase next to the door suddenly collapsed with a loud noise!

The books on the bookcase had already burned beyond recognition. The wallpaper of the bookcase lay

across the door, sparks were flying everywhere, and she was so frightened that she stepped back

several steps.

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The door was blocked all of a sudden, how should she get out.

She was planning to wrap herself in a blanket and roll out of the room, but the blanket had already

started to catch fire.

She was in a dilemma all of a sudden and she felt a little annoyed by her conceit and impulsiveness.

Damn, in this way, the necklace might not be saved along with herself!

But she just didn't know, if she really died, will Horace be saddened by her death, or will he be more

saddened by the loss of his necklace?

She guessed it was the latter...

After all, compared to Laura, who he once loved deeply, she was just a stranger who he had just known

for a few months, right?

Clara even admired herself. Even at this time, she was able to imagine wildly.

The fire around her was getting bigger and bigger, she could barely see the corridor. The smoke was

getting heavier and thicker and her eyes were blurred from coughing.

Was she...?

Was she really going to die here?

When she collapsed, she carefully wore the necklace and protected it.

If her body was found together with the necklace, she hoped Horace could understand her intentions,

and for the sake of thinking about the necklace before she died, he could treat her mother well.

While crying and thinking wildly, she suddenly heard a shout.

"Clara!"