Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 205

"A good show? What's that?" Clara was puzzled by his words—he might have designed a plan secretly.

Horace noticed the confusion on Clara's face. He gently stroke her hair and said, "Don't worry. Those who once hurt you, I will make them pay for it."

Feeling the serious and profound love in Horace's eyes, Clara blushed. She gave him a solid hug and then nestled against his chest.

"You have been so good to me," Clara said in a low voice. Eyes red, she was grateful that she could have a chance to be with him, "Thank you."

"I am the one who should say thank you," tenderness flickering in eyes, Horace lowered his head and gently stared at her.

Clara was confused, "What do you thank me for?"

Thank you for your arrival in my life.

Horace did not say it out.

Since the kidnap case ten years ago, blankness had filled his life. He once thought that he would never be able to care about and love someone else again and his life in the future would only be as cold as ice.

Yet, the arrival of Clara colored and warmed his life like a beam of sunshine, which convinced him that he was still able to love and be loved. How could he not be grateful to her?

Horace did not express his feelings and left a gentle kiss between her eyebrows. He lowered his head to look at her and said, "Let's go."

Then, they came out of the office together with Clara pushing the wheelchair.

The secretary outside the office rolled her eyes upward with disdain at the appearance of Clara. Then, realizing her attitude, Horace cast a cold glare at the secretary, which made her lower her head immediately with fear.

"If you treat Mrs. Kirkland in such a way again, you'll be fired," Horace gave his warning before he got in the lift.

"Yes, sir! I will behave myself! Please forgive me, Mrs. Kirkland!" shivering, the secretary apologized.

"It's fine. Never mind," Clara replied.

Horace drove Clara to a restaurant.

The greeters offered their warmest greeting as soon as they saw Clara and Horace get out of the car.

"Mr. Kirkland, Mrs. Kirkland, are you here for lunch? There are rooms for couple upstairs," the greeter, noticing the wheelchair, added, "Do you need help? I will find someone for you right now."

Then, he reached out for Horace's wheelchair.

"No, thanks. I can do it myself," Clara turned a little around to dodge the greeter's hand.

Seeing that the greeter treated these two people so well, other customers sighed— the greeter did not show them such a broad smile when they arrived. Yet, the ushered did not care about what the other customers thought at all.

Of course, Horace was the most important since if he was pleased, the restaurant could earn double or even triple, which could, in turn, double or even treble the greeter's salaries. Therefore, how could he not show the broadest smile to him?

"No thanks. We will sit on the first floor for a while," Horace answered in a casual tone.

"Got it. Please," the greeter welcomed them in with a bow.

Clara and Horace went into the restaurant. Actually, she was quite confused about his purpose of going there since they seldom dine there and, moreover, it was not the time for lunch yet.