Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 523 It's My Fault

"Isaac, you may as well wait outside first," said Clara to Isaac, who seemed indignant.

It was not because she had anything to say to Andre, but that what she was going to say would embarrass Andre.

"But Mrs. Kirkland..." Isaac was worried that Andre would do something to Clara, but she shook her head as a way of telling him that she would be fine.

"All right." Isaac gave in to her insistence and left.

"Hey, why did you come out already?" After Isaac had left, Esther passing by the room saw him.

"No why." Isaac handed her a bottle of water.

He felt sorry seeing the woman kept herself on the go at the hospital. It must be a tiresome job.

"Thanks." Esther took the water and returned him a big bright smile.

Isaac thought that she was actually very pretty, especially the way she smiled, so heart-warming.

That was something Isaac had never seen in any other women. She was the only woman whose smile could soothe him.

"You promised me that you would tell me about that man. Can you tell me now?" asked her curiously after drinking the water he had gave her and sitting down beside him.

In fact, Esther wasn't gossipy at all, and she was just trying to start a conversation with him.

Some people intended to replace a topic that interested both sides when they wanted to start a conversation with someone they like.

Because that may help the two's relationship take a step forward.

She read those theories from some romance novels, and was putting them into practice to see if they worked.

"OK." Isaac then stared at her, telling her the story about the Clara, Andre and Horace patiently and clearly, including his own betrayal.

"So cool." After he finished, her eyes were blazing with admiration.

Isaac looked at her with a helpless face and thought.

Are women all like this? A trivial thing could make them crazy about you?

Wait a second...

Did she...

Isaac looked at her, struck numb with shock.

"Do you...like me?"

As a very straightforward person, he didn't know what he could or could not say in a relationship.

He just spoke out what he thought. So when Isaac asked the question, the alredy-enchanted woman suddenly stood up. "How did you know that?"

Even she herself was shocked by what she had said.

Did that mean that she was telling him she liked him?

Esther resigned herself to the fact, because it would no use to escape from the scene as she had done before anyway,

Meanwhile inside the ward, Clara and Andre's talk didn't go very well.

"Clara, pick me. I can give you any kind of life you want," said Andre sincerely, who almost got down on his knees to beg her to choose him.

But when you like someone, you like someone, and vice versa. There was no way for Clara to choose someone she didn't like because of money.

And Horace was still in prison, so she would never stigmatize herself by doing something so abhorrent.

"Andre, even if Horace has to stay in prison forever, I'll never ever be with you."

Clara thought that what she had said to him before was cruel enough, but why did he say the same thing to her again?

What was different from then and before was that her sense of guilt had turned into a sense of disgust because of his relentless courting.

It required tactics to get a woman, and aggressive persistence could only incur repugnance.

"What do you see in Horace anyway? He's just a prisoner. He's not worth it!" said Andre angrily, standing up and pointing his finger at Clara. Like Horace, Clara hated to be pointed at by finger. Seeing Andre's reaction, she had no mood for saying another word to him.

"I'm tired. Bye-bye." Clara just asked him to leave, but he refused.

"I won't leave without an explanation."

Quite opposite to his usual image as a considerate gentleman, he went rogue.

Clara cast an impassive glance at him and started to drink the water in her hand.

"Clara, pick me. Horace can't give you what you want," Andre said to her imploringly as he saw the stubbornness on her face. "Oh, really, he can't? So Mr. Hansen knows what I want?" Clara felt it hilarious to hear what he had said.

"Of course I do!" said Andre very proudly.

"Purses, designer clothes, Chanel, good looks." After he finished, he looked at Clara, hoping to see her throwing herself at him. But he was wrong, because what he had said didn't interest Clara at all.

"I think you and Laura can make a great couple." Clara didn't feel like saying anything other than the satire.

Everything he had listed was what Laura desired.

Then why didn't they just get together and stop troubling her?

Clara just couldn't figure it out.

"Clara, you can't insult me like that." Andre had always looked down upon Laura.

If it wasn't because Laura could help him, he wouldn't have worked with her for such a long time.

"I didn't. You got me wrong." Clara twitched her eyebrow and said no more, thinking that he was overestimating himself. "Yeah. I got you wrong. I have never stopped liking you, and it's my fault by seeing you as the love of my life." Andre kept blabbering on, and then his eyes turned a little red, which could be told if someone looked close enough. "Exactly." Clara thought he was absolutely right, and just when she was to applaud approvingly, she heard a third voice. "Why don't you scram if you know that." Clara turned around her head toward where the voice came from and froze. That was...

That was the man she had been thinking about, and she just could not believe that he was standing right in front of her.

"Horace?" Clara looked at the man at the door in disbelief and shock.

"You should call me 'darling'." Horace smiled at her.

How long since the last time he had seen her? She looked thinner than before.

Horace felt the urge to go hug and cuddle the woman that he had missed so much.

But there was an eyesore there he had to get rid of.

"Isaac, take this nasty man out of the hospital!" Horace didn't want to see him for even a second.

Andre had been trying to steal Clara away from Horace, and he was still so blatant even when Horace had won her.

Was it because Andre didn't take him seriously at all or was it because he thought he was weak?

Annoyed by that thought, Horace walked toward Andre.