Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 133 Horace's Warning

At that juncture, someone took the pouring wine for her.

Clara turned around and saw a man on the wheelchair in front of her.

It was Horace. The red wine had splashed on his arms and clothes.

Just now, Horace was worried that Clara might be bored alone, so he pushed the wheelchair towards

her. Unexpectedly, ha happened to see Ashlee walk out of the corner.

Sensing that she might hurt Clara, he sped up and saw the ferocious look on Ashlee's face and the

wine glass raised in her hand.

Horace stared at Ashlee, who was dumbfounded. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Ashlee quickly threw the wine glass away in panic.

The glass broke into pieces on the ground and everyone looked over. It became quite in the restaurant.

Standing beside Horace, Clara asked anxiously, "Horace, did you get hurt? Let me check you."

"I'm fine," Horace replied.

Alastair walked over and looked at everyone before he said to the crowd, "It's okay, everyone.

Someone accidentally dropped a glass. Keep enjoying yourselves!"

Seeing that there was no argument over here, everyone continued chatting and order was restored.

Alastair took out his handkerchief and wiped the wine off of Horace's arms.

While doing so, he said, "Oops, what happened? How did you get wine on you? I need to have a talk

with the manager here and tell her not to let certain people in from now on.""

Horace took over the handkerchief and wiped himself.

Seeing this, Alastair suddenly remembered something and was stunned.

Ashlee knew that she had made a mistake and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Mr.

Kirkland. I wasn't aiming at… It was an accident."

Clara realized that Ashlee came for her.

At this moment, Darren had walked over.

He had drunk a lot of wine. Holding Clara's hand, he asked nervously, "Clara, were you hurt?"

Seeing him, Clara quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her head. "I'm fine."

Staring at Clara, Darren was lost in her.

Ashlee, who was embarrassed by what Darren was doing, was so angry that she stamped her foot.

Everyone present was looking at them, a few who knew about their stories had begun to discuss.

Someone said, "See? The uncle and the nephew don't seem to get along."

Another replied, " Darren seems to care a lot about his aunt. Have you forgotten how he was

competing with Horace for that amulet just now?"

Horace didn't like Darren being close to Clara. In a terrifyingly cold voice, he said.

"Darren, you'd better keep an eye on your fiancée."

Darren was surprised at Horace's words in public.

Regardless of the Kirkland family's reputation, he was pointing fingers at Ashlee and him. It seemed

that Horace had done pretending and was ready to attack.

Although he was in shock, he said politely to Horace, "I will, uncle."

After that, he turned to look at Clara, "I'm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of my fiancée."

Ashlee had always been arrogant and she was not happy about this. "Darren, I didn't ask you to

apologize for me! I… I just failed to hold the glass just now. I didn't do it on purpose!"

Darren stared at her, indicating her to shut up.

Horace and he weren't blind, they knew if she did it on purpose or not. If it wasn't for the fact that there

were more and more people gathering here, Darren really wanted to teach Ashlee a lesson in front of

Clara.

However, Clara was worried that everyone would be embarrassed if this became big, so she said,

"Since no injury was made, we should let it go. There is no need to apologize since this was simply an

accident. Right, Horace?"

Of course, Horace knew that she meant to let it go.

However, Ashlee kept trying to hurt Clara and she needed to be taught a lesson. What's more, just

now, at the auction, the diamond necklace was replaced by the amulet Helena gave Clara. It might also

be Ashlee who did it.

Being stared at by Horace, Ashlee felt guilty and dared not look into his eyes. She looked away.

In his wheelchair, Horace took a circle around Ashlee while looking at her up and down. Ashlee was so

terrified and she sweated.

"Miss Middleton, your sister is here. Have you said hello to her?" Horace suddenly asked.

Ashlee was pissed. She couldn't bring herself to say hello to that bitch, Clara. Therefore, she ignored

Horace.

Clara held a corner of Horace's clothes and said in a low voice, "Horace, leave it."

Horace couldn't.

He said to Alastair, "Alastair, I need your help with something. Ask the organizer of the auction to do an

investigation on a diamond necklace that got lost here today. It's worth two million dollars."

While saying that, Horace kept staring at Ashlee.

Upon hearing this, Ashlee's face turned pale.

Crap! If someone found it was her who replaced the diamond necklace, she might lose everything and

might be thrown into jail!

She quickly knew that Horace was threatening her. With a smile, she said to Clara, "Clara, look. Your

husband is teasing me again. You should come home for dinner together someday. I've been missing

you."

Clara seemed to have understood everything.

It was indeed Ashlee who stole her amulet just now.

Although she resented Ashlee for what she had done, Ashlee was a pregnant woman and she didn't

want to hold on to this.

She said to Alastair and Horace, "Just let it go, it's not a big deal. Horace, I feel like going home, let's

go home, shall we?"

Seeing that Ashlee had given in and that Clara had decided to let her go, Horace agreed. He didn't

care about the diamond necklace but Clara's safety.

Raising his head, Horace warned Ashlee, "Ashlee Middleton, listen to me. I'm giving you one last

warning, be careful with your actions, or your family will pay for what you have done."

Ashlee was terrified and she felt weak in her legs.

Seeing that she was about to stumble, Darren hurriedly held her. Horace looked really terrifying just

now.

After saying that, Horace left the restaurant with Clara.

Standing there still and in a daze, Alastair stared at Horace and Clara's receding figure with his

handkerchief in his hand. Just now, when he was wiping the red wine off of Horace's arms, he felt it

familiar somehow as if this had happened before.