Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 96

On the tombstone, there was a black-and-white photo of a beautifully smiling girl at her flowery age, whose stunning beauty had been frozen in the picture forever.

"Sorry," Horace suddenly said in a deep voice, while Clara immersed in associating with the tomb, "Are you mad that I brought you here without asking you beforehand?"

Clara soon shook her head when she came to herself.

Sure she wouldn't feel mad, and quite the contrary, she was sort of delighted.

Ever since she had learned from Stephanie about the kidnap, she had been trying to talk it out with Horace.

But it was his privacy after all and it was such a heavy history, so she failed to bring herself to do it.

To her surprise, Horace talked about it himself, and wouldn't it mean that he was ready to open up?

His eyes faintly twinkled as he stared at the tombstone, holding Clara's hand, feeling the warmth of their touching palms. "I guess you know who she is?"

Clara hesitated for a while before she nodded. "A bit."

"And you've heard the rumor?" Horace's face remained blank, voice dry. "That I left her behind and ran for my life without her."

Clara felt a little tense, not knowing what to say.

Compared to her unease, Horace was calm and even smiled slightly. "Don't be nervous, and just tell me the truth."

"Yes, I did hear about the rumor," said Clara honestly, after hesitating, and she soon added, "But I don't believe it."

There was a weak light glittering in his unfathomable eyes, "Why not?"

"Because I don't think you would ever turn your back on others, especially your girlfriend," Clara said quietly, while looking at him with a little uncertainty. "Am I right?"

Horace didn't answer her directly, and instead stared at the tombstone, murmuring, "You really think so? Actually, I.. I don't know..."

Clara was startled.

He didn't know?

What did he mean he didn't know?

Without continuing with the subject, he then said, "Laura and I grew up together. She was a Hutchinson. The Hutchinsons and the Kirklands have been friends for generations."

Clara froze there.

The Laura turned out be the daughter of the Hutchinson family.

The Hutchinson's, the Jakovich's (Alastair's family), as well as the Kirkland's were the three prestigious families in Stratmont for generations.

Sure enough, that Laura had been a pretty and precious daughter of an old money.

Clara smiled wanly, feeling bitter inside somehow.

She must have looked like a weed compared to a woman like that.

She repressed the upset feelings and asked, "And then?"