Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 269 Rejected

When she entered the bedroom, Horace was already lying on the bed with his eyes fixed on the files at

hand. He didn't notice Clara.

As she saw Horace didn't notice her presence, Clara wanted to go away right now. But after a while of

hesitation, she still forced herself to ask, "Do you want a cup of water, Horace?"

"Thank you," replied Horace, who didn't look up.

Clara took a deep breath and walked to the water dispenser in the bedroom. She had a glimpse at

Horace, who was still looking at his files, and turned around to ask, "Hot water or cold water?"

Horace frowned. He always drank warm water and Clara must have known it as she had been living

with him for a long time. She hadn't asked him such a question before.

With that thought in mind, Horace finally looked up at Clara.

Horace looked a bit stunned as he saw Clara. Then fire soon rose in his eyes.

"Warm water," Horace finally said after a while of staring at her in silence. His voice, hoarse and low,

sounded quite enchanting. Clara felt her as if skin were burning as she heard his voice.

"I know," Clara said with her voice trembling, and then walked back to Horace with a cup of warm water

in hand.

The nightwear fit well on Clara's body. Her hourglass figure was shown clearly through it and her two

white legs were just hidden under the thin layer of silk. As Clara approached him, Horace began to

sweat and his mouth felt dry.

"Here," Clara handed Horace the cup and looked away to avoid Horace's eyesight.

Horace didn't take the cup but stared at Clara with his burning eyes.

Clara felt quite nervous while Horace was fixing his eyes on her. Clara put the cup on a nearby table

and swallowed silva. But her move made her all the more charming and Horace couldn't help but held

her in arms and pressed her down on the bed and kissed her.

What he saw and what his hand felt made Horace lost the control of his body. He acted quite

impatiently.

Clara also hugged him tightly with her hand stroking his back up and down. She was quite happy that

her guess seemed to be wrong.

She hugged the man she loved so much more tightly.

Horace looked up at Clara and several strings of wet hair were on his eyelids and that made him look

quite wild and dangerous.

"Horace…" Clara called his name as his look really charming in her eyes. Horace kissed her cheeks,

her mouth, her jaw, then her neck, leaving a mark after another on it.

Suddenly, Horace caught sight of a scar below her collarbone. And he stopped instantly.

Though she had recovered, there were still a few scars left on her body. Those scars again reminded

Horace of how Clara's clothes were torn apart by the four men.

As he was not possessed by his desire anymore, Horace felt freezing and he felt he could still hear

Clara's cry, "Save me, Horace! Help, Horace, help…"

Clara noticed his anxious expression and the coldness in his eyes and asked, "What happened,

Horace?"

Horace was finally brought back to the real world by her words. He looked down at Clara, whose body

was red and whose eyes looked really enchanting, and he didn't want to go on.

Horace felt quite guilt and then held Clara in his arms. He covered her with quilt and patted her back,

"We may sleep right now. I'm too tired today."

Why? Clara knew Horace wanted to have sex with her. Now Horace had already closed his eyes. Clara

wanted to ask him why he stopped. But it was indeed an embarrassing question.

She pressed her head on Horace's chest and tears began to well up in her eyes. Why was Horace still

reluctant to accept her invitation?

A man might refuse a woman's invitation because of manner. But why would a husband refuse to touch

his wife?

Maybe it was because he was really exhausted these days. Clara soon heard Horace's stable breath.

She got out of Horace's arms gently and turned around to let her tears trickle down her cheeks.

She told herself that Horace still loved her. He wasn't like other men. Maybe he was really tired. But

Clara couldn't convince herself. She bit her lower lip and tears soon made her pillow wet.

She couldn't fall asleep and got up as the sun rose. After brushing her teeth and washing her face,

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When she got back to the bedroom, Horace was still sleeping. Clara refrained herself from crying and

went downstairs into the kitchen.

After all, Horace had to go to work today. Clara still wanted to prepare breakfast for him.

When Horace woke up, he found Clara wasn't on the bed. With what happened last night in mind,

Horace felt a bit heartache.

He also knew what he did might make Clara feel quite sad. In fact, he knew what Clara wanted these

days and he knew why she would wear the sexy nightwear last night.

But the video Sean gave him really upset him. He tried to forgot what he saw in that video but he failed.

After a while he finally calmed down and got into the bathroom.

When Horace got downstairs, he found Clara had already put the dishes on the table.

"Morning," Clara greeted him in a cold voice as she saw Horace.

Horace nodded as he saw Clara turned away and continued to work.

"Here is your breakfast."

Clara brought him his fork and knife and sat down. Horace also sat down in silently.

They both couldn't forget what happened last night. Silence and awkwardness reigned the whole room.