Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 216 I Don't Like It

"Yeah," Clara nodded, "Well, where did you get this outfit, it's pretty."

Clara didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she started to compliment Elaine's outfit.

They chatted a while about fashion and skincare. Then Elaine said she needed to go, and she would

visit Clara again when she was free.

When Horace came home, he saw the blue roses brought by Elaine on the bedside table.

He suddenly looked weird and kept staring at the roses. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"What?" Clara found it strange.

"Never mind. The roses just don't fit in the ward. Who brought you this?" Horace asked.

"It was Elaine. Do you remember her? I interviewed her several days ago, and she visited me in the

morning…"

"Throw it away." Horace interrupted her.

"What, why?"

"I don't like it." Without more words, Horace turned around and went into the bathroom.

Clara was perplexed. Even if he didn't like it, she didn't want to throw it away. What happened to

Horace? Did he run into some trouble at work?

"If he doesn't see it, he won't be mad, right?" after all, it was a gift, she shouldn't throw it away. Clara

placed the bunch of flowers in the corner.

The other day, after Horace went to word, another unexpected visitor came. It was Darren.

Darren was weary-looking. He had always paid attention to his appearance. But now he was in a

wrinkled suit, with messy hair and black eyes. He definitely hadn't had a good rest for days.

"This is for you." Darren bought a bouquet of lilies on the way here. As he remembered, she loved

lilies.

"Thanks." Clara took it and put on the side table. Hesitated, she asked, "How's… how's Ashlee's

funeral?"

"It's all set, the funeral will soon take place."

Ashlee's parents weren't around, and she only had few real friends to help. Therefore, Darren had been

busy preparing the funeral.

"Darren, her funeral has to depend on you. After all, she is my sister. Though I can't forgive her, I want

her to die peacefully. And…"

Clara continued after a moment of silence, "And she really loved you."

"Yes, even if you haven't mentioned it, I'll do it anyway. Clara, I come here to tell you, I…"

Darren hesitated to talk.

"What?" asked Clara.

"Clara, I want to tell you that I'll give you up and bless you and Horace." He looked into her eyes and

said seriously. "I used to think that there was no love between you and him, and you were only together

because you had to. I always thought that I was the one who loved you most and should be with you all

my life. But when Ashlee kidnapped you, I found that I was wrong. I didn't expect that Horace would be

willing to exchange his life for your safety. At that moment, I knew that he loved you so much."

"I kept asking myself these days if I could do better. But I didn't know. Clara, I couldn't outdo him.

Maybe he's more qualified to, or capable of, taking care of you. You deserve to be happy."

When he's done, Darren waited for her reply.

"Well, you too." Clara said gently.

She couldn't deny that she was touched after hearing his words. Though she was in love with Horace

right now, she had to admit that she and Darren were once in love too. She hoped he could be happy.

"Can I give you one last hug?" Darren asked cautiously. But he soon remembered that this might

embarrass her, he then said, "no, I just..."

Before he finished the words, Clara came forward and gently hugged him. She then let him go and

said, "Darren, be happy, promise me."

"I will." Darren smiled and nodded, "I need to go and help with the funeral."

"OK, I'll see you off." They went out together.

When Clara went back and collected water to drink, she saw the blue roses that she put in the corner.

"Why doesn't he like it? It's pretty." Clara shook her head, put the flower in a vase, and place it on the

side table.

As soon as she put it down, she heard someone knocking on the door again.

She was so popular recently.

Clara was stunned when he opened the door and saw who was there.

Why are they all unexpected visitors?

It was Logan Hutchinson.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course, I came to visit the patient." smiled Logan.

Seeing Clara's puzzled look, Logan explained, "I went to see Aunt Helena yesterday, I heard that you

were injured and hospitalized. Aunt Helena was very worried about you, but she couldn't come. She

asked me to see if you were OK."

"Was she alright?" Clara was worried about her health.

"She was doing OK. You shouldn't worry about it. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, thanks to Horace." Clara said.

But Logan turned grim when he heard Horace's name.

"Horace?" Logan sneered, "I thought at least he had lost his legs. However, it turned out that he had

lost nothing. Only Laura was left in the fire, dead."

Clara frowned at Logan's pungent comment. "Logan, we don't know what happened then. He is not like

that. I suggest that you be careful of what you're trying to say. We don't know the truth yet."