Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 78 I'll Help You

The lock on the bathroom door at Clara's house was broken long ago, so Horace was able to push the door open directly.

As soon as he came in, he saw Clara holding one arm high, and the other arm hurriedly pulling up a bath towel to cover herself. In such a hurry, she forgot to turn off the shower, and the wound on her arm was immediately wetted.

This careless woman!

Seeing Clara tossing herself like this, Horace couldn't help being a little angry and immediately walked over, quickly hugged Clara into his arms, and then turned off the shower.

"Clara, why are you so stupid." He couldn't help but scold in a low voice, and immediately grabbed Clara's arm and looked at the wound on it. Sure enough, he saw that the wound was almost purulent with water, and he was even angrier, "How can you take a shower alone with a showerhead like this?"

Horace scolded dissatisfiedly here, but Clara didn't say a word at all.

She just felt her body clinging to Horace. The only distance between the two was the thin shirt on Horace's body, which was soaked by the water droplets on her body. So the shirt was clinging to their bodies. Clara was even able to personally feel the muscles on Horace's chest, the mermaid lines in his abdomen, and...

She felt like her head was about to explode!

Horace said a few words to Clara, and when he saw that she didn't speak at all, he couldn't help frowning, and then he looked down at her.

At this glance, he saw Clara shrinking in his arms, her body collapsed tightly, and her blushing face almost dripped blood.

Horace was stunned all of a sudden. Just now because he was worried about Clara, he didn't even notice the state of Clara being hugged by him.

The fair skin was slightly red due to the high temperature in the bathroom, and the water droplets flowed down. Although it was not the first time that Horace faced Clara's body, for some reason, every time he faced it, he seemed to feel a stronger attraction.

Besides, this time the challenge to him was even greater because Clara's soft body was close to his, even if he didn't look down, he could still feel every curve of her body.

In an instant, Horace only felt that there was a fire in his body, the more it burned, the more intense it was!

Clara was already in a panic, but suddenly she felt the change in Horace's body, and her ears suddenly became so red that it seemed like smoke was gonna come out the next minute, and she struggled instinctively, "Ho... Horace, put me down..."

But her struggle is so powerless in front of Horace, it's like tickling, it's not so much rejection, it's more a challenge to him!

Almost without thinking, he suddenly pushed Clara against the bathroom wall.

Immediately, the distance between the two was even more compressed to intangibility, and even the ups and downs of each other's breathing chests could be clearly felt.

"Horace, you, what are you doing..." Clara couldn't struggle, so she could only raise her eyes in a panic.

Horace didn't know what happened to him, even though it was only Clara's gentle question at this time that almost defeat his last sense of reason!

He bowed his head abruptly, and his fingers slowly slid across Clara's waist, making her goosebumps and trembling, he whispered, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Horace's voice was extremely lower, deeper, and sexier than usual, Clara only felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and stammered, "No... don't..."

"Why not?" Horace leaned down a bit again, and put his lips on Clara's earlobe, "Last time you said yes clearly."

Clara's ears were already very sensitive, and at this time, under Horace's provocation, she couldn't hold it back, but her last sense of reason still told her—

Don't.

Absolutely not.

Nothing can happen between her and Horace.

The last time she was in the Kirkland's old house, she did agree with Horace, but at this moment, her mood was completely different.

She agreed before because she felt that although it was a loveless marriage, she was married to him after all. She didn't mind having a child with Horace, which was also her duty as a wife. But now she couldn't do such calm thinking.

Because she realized that she seemed to have feelings for Horace that she shouldn't have, she didn't dare give her body to Horace again.

She was afraid, afraid that after she give herself to Horace, she would really fall into this, and she would never leave Horace again.

Thinking of this, she pushed Horace away desperately, "My mom is in the room. It's not okay..."

Horace lowered his head, and his blurry gaze met Clara's glinting eyes. He suddenly woke up a lot.

Nothing was more disappointing than a person who had been lost in love, but another person is still rational.

Horace thought that Clara was still the same as before. She was not ready because of what happened two years ago, so he loosened his body a little. Horace didn't expect that one day he would be helpless to this point, enduring the feeling of "wanting someone but can't have her" over and over again.

In particular, this woman in front of him could always make him so desirous.

Never mind.

For the sake of her injuries, this time, forgot it.

But he didn't mean to let Clara go, he suddenly wrapped around her waist again, and in her panicked eyes, he said, "Don't worry, I won't force a woman to do things she doesn't like. I just want to help you take a bath."

With this kind of shower, if Clara took a bath alone, the wound would be inflamed.

Clara was still blushing, "Thanks. But I'll just wipe myself clean."

Saying that she hurriedly wanted to slip away, but Horace held her and prevented her from leaving.

"What are you shy about? It's not the first time I've seen your body." He said casually, took down the shower, and turned it on. "If you're worried about me, don't worry, I can control myself."

With that, he naturally began to help Clara take a bath.

Clara knew that Horace's personality was unequivocal. No matter how she refused, it was useless. She could only tighten her whole body and let him bathe herself.

However, when Horace's big hand swam past her, the warm temperature and slightly rough touch made her feel as if countless currents were flowing through her. She held back so hard that she didn't tremble. On Horace's side, it was even harder to endure.

Although he said that his self-control was good, he found that in front of Clara, his self-control was put under horrendous challenge every time!

But anyway, he promised the woman in front of him, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

After finally finishing this bath which turned out to be a torture to both of them, Horace carefully wiped Clara dry.

Feeling that Horace was carefully wiping her body, Clara felt a bit dazed for the moment.