Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

"Hottie, the way you squat is so provocative. Who are you trying to seduce?"

Clara's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and saw a man with a dazzling shirt who looked like a jerk. He was squinting at her, his eyes overflowing with desire.

Clara couldn't pay more attention to her phone. She stood up with a stagger, and turned around, wanting to leave.

Yet the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Where are you going, hottie? Your phone is still in my hand."

Clara felt like throwing up when the man touched her body.

She started to tremble, her body turning hot. The guy was a player, he immediately knew that Clara was drugged. He got excited and asked, "Hottie, someone drugged you? You must be suffering now. Let me help."

As he spoke, he reached out to Clara's waist.

Clara screamed in fear.

No!

Hell no!

She didn't want one more experience of the nasty thing that happened two years ago.

Thinking of this, she pushed the man yet to no avail. The man was too strong. He was reaching out to her breasts.

She was about to collapse yet suddenly she heard a sound.

Something was smashed over from afar.

the man's head. And the man's disgusting smile disappeared. Blood

on. The man had fallen to the ground, beside him was the debris

the corridor whose hand was in front of his body

one glance, Clara recognized the person. Tears instantly welled up in her

It was Horace.

to

it,

He strode to her

He embraced Clara and looked into her teary eyes, whispering, "Clara, are you

back to her sense. She looked at Horace, who was standing in front of her, and asked in a flustered low voice, "Horace, where…

at a bar crowded with people. If anyone recognized him and told Sean, all the years he

end of the corridor with the wheelchair. Horace was too fast,

a panic, Horace was not in the mood to pay attention to this. He noticed Clara's unnatural blush and could feel that her temperature was higher than usual. "Are you drugged?" He

attention to herself. Hearing Horace's question she found that her temperature was getting even higher now in Horace's embrace. She felt like

say something yet when she parted her lips, it turned into

around anxiously and was confirmed that no one should have seen Horace. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Kirkland, the wheelchair, please

bent down and picked up Clara

"Mr. Kirkland…"

walked outward with Clara in his arms while instructing,

a room for me

to the hotel in the shortest time possible. During the way, several people pointed at them,

immediately and then turned on the tap. Cold water ran on her

down Clara's skin, yet the fire inside of her remained

contract of the cold from the outside and the burns from the inside made her suffer a

bath, and said with great struggle, "I feel so sick… It