Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 91

Horace had no idea that Clara knew where did this pendant came from.

At this moment, however, he couldn't care less. Horace took hold of her wrist with one hand, wrapped his free arm around her slim waist, and drew her closer to him.

"Clara Selman." He lowered his head to look Clara directly in the eye, still sounding a little agitated. "Listen. If this pendant will put your life at risk, I would rather smash it!"

Clara froze.

What did Horace mean by that?

He smashed that pendant for her?

But how was it possible? Her ex-girlfriend gave him the pendant. It was so special. Why would he do that for her, Clara Selman, an unimportant person?

Horace's words were like a beacon of hope, navigating her through the mist of questions that had been niggling her and leading her to an answer, an answer that was too sudden for her to face head-on.

Clara's train of thought was cut off by Horace's abrupt movement. He lifted her chin and frowned as he studied her face. "Clara, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Just now, he was too swamped by his anger to even notice that Clara eyes were bloodshot. Not only that, her eyes didn't seem to be focusing.

Panicking, he made Clara lie back down and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Clara frowned. "I'm not blind. It's just that my vision is a little blurry. That's all."

"Blurry?" Horace said, "Damn, then why didn't you tell the doctor?"

Before Clara could make out an answer, Horace pressed the call button next to Clara's bed.

Clara felt as if this man in front of her was not Horace at all. He was so easily agitated today. "I didn't feel a thing back then. I thought it was nothing. But now it does hurt a little."

Hearing that, Horace was even more worried. He let go of what happened just now and covered her eyes with his big hand, forcing her to close her eyes. "Just rest your eyes while waiting for the doctor."

Clara just laid there without struggling. "Good. He doesn't sound angry now," she thought to herself.

A doctor walked in. After giving Clara a quick check, he soon found out what happened. The doctor said that she possibly got ashes into her eyes in the fire and prescribed her some eye drops. Since her eyes weren't able to provide adequate moisture because of the fire, the doctor also told her not to use her eyes so often these days.

In Clara's understanding, she thought the doctor was telling her to close her eyes and let them rest as much as possible. Horace, on the other hand, directly asked the doctor to get a sleep mask for her.

"This is too much," Clara said. "It's not that big of a deal. This sleep mask will completely block my vision. How am I supposed to do anything on my own?"

"You don't have to." Horace didn't mince the word. Unlike the usual Horace, he was more straightforward and direct today. He put the sleep mask on for her and said firmly, "I'll take care of you."

"But don't you have to work?" With the sleep mask, all she could see was darkness. She felt insecure and wanted to take it off. Seeing that, Horace grabbed her hands and stopped her.

"I've already informed the company. I will work here in the next few days."

"What?" Clara was so shocked that she stopped the struggling. "You are going to work here? In the ward?"

The Horace she remembered was a total workaholic who spent most of his times at the office. Now, he was saying that he would stay here to take care of her these days?