Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 95 Go to a Place with Me

Darren's face turned paler.

He knew Horace was a tough guy, but he had never expected him to be as tough as that.

Sean looked at his son with a harsh face, and said sternly, "Darren Kirkland, you just think I would never know that you got out of your way to protect that Clara was because you still like her?" Darren's eyes grew round with shock.

His father had known about him and Clara?

He was stunned there for a moment before he calmed down and sniffed.

Yeah, he had left the home in rebellion, while his father had ostensibly said that he would just let him and sit by, but how could he possibly have done that to his only son?

During his four years in college, his every move had probably been under his watch.

"You already knew that?" said Darren coldly.

"Yes," answered Sean casually, "When Horace was getting married, I realized that the woman was your ex-girlfriend. But I don't care who she is, as long as she's Horace's woman, I won't spare her." Darren's face was ashen as he sensed the man's murderous tone. He sprang over the desk and snarled, "You're never going to hurt Clara!"

Darren had expected his father to be annoyed by his threat, but he simply gave a sneering smile.

"All right, I promise you I won't take her life," he said slowly.

Darren then confused.

He didn't think he would really relent that easily, so he looked at him distrustfully, "You mean it?"

"Of course. When did I ever lie to you?" Sean then calmed down. "Because I have thought of a better way to deal with Horace."

With a half-incredulous look at him, Darren nodded. "OK, as long as Clara is fine, you can tackle him however you like."

Sean nodded and said, "You may leave now."

There Darren left.

Once he walked out, the assistant in the room came near the desk.

"Mr. Kirkland," said the assistant with a dull face and deep voice, "Are you really going to let her off?"

"Who told you that?" Sean said with an icy look.

The assistant froze in confusion. "But you just said "

"I only said that I wouldn't take her life, but I never said that I would let her off." A scheming smile flashed across his face. "It's rare that Horace cared about someone so much, so it would be a waste to just kill her."

In fact, he had planned to kill her, but when they were in Maniana that night, Horace flew right back home once he heard something wrong with Clara, he was startled.

He had long known that the woman was special to Horace, but only in a way for fun, just like how he's interested in any hot women.

But then he found out that Horace was in love with that chick.

And that replaceing thrilled him.

He had always hated Horace, the little brother who's so much younger than him but overshadowed him in every way. He had always been jealous of his brother for being so much better than him, and even more of their grandfather's preference for him.

It's was not until that kidnap ten years before, from which Horace lost his legs, did he start to believe that his brother had been out of the picture before growing up as a threat.

Years later, however, to his disappointment, Horace returned from Maniana as a bigger threat to him in spite of having to sit in a wheelchair.

For all these years, ever since the jerk's return and the establishment of Solrace, he had been growing into a bigger threat.

Sean had always tried to get rid of his brother but he was like a watertight wall, there was no weakness to be found of him, let alone tear him down.

Until Clara came along.

As long as Horace cared about her, she would be his weakness, his only weakness.

How could he just kill her as simply as that?

With that thought, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Over the following days, Clara had stayed at home while Horace finally got back to work at her insistence, but he got home early every day to have dinner with her. Clara had seen everything he had done for her, and felt warm inside, though she had never said anything about it.

It was a weekend when they were eating together, and Horace turned to Clara. "Do you have time tomorrow?"

Clara blinked her eyes and smiled wanly, "Do I look like someone who've been busy?"

"Well, then do you want to go to a place with me?"

Having almost gone moldy for all these days at home, she nodded hard as soon as she heard him, without even asking where.

Horace smiled softly. "OK, then sleep early tonight. We will start off early tomorrow."

Early next morning, Clara was woken up by Horace, and found him already changed into a black suit, looking very formal.

She was then confused, wondering if he was going to meet someone.

"Get up and get changed." Clare thought that Horace seemed preoccupied that day. He had even prepared a dress for her on the bed. It's a gracefully tailored black dress.

Clara didn't think too much and got on the car all dressed up after the breakfast.

Horace had been unusually silent throughout the trip, and Clara noticed that there was a bouquet of lily on the seat.

She had been wondering where they were heading, but failed to get up the courage to ask, so she sat quietly instead.

An hour later, they were out of town and parked at the suburb.

Clara had fell asleep on Horace shoulder until she felt the car was stopping and opened her drowsy eyes. She was stunned by what she saw outside the window.

"This is..." She looked at Horace in amazement.

Horace, also staring out of the window with a melancholy look, whispered, "I'm taking you out to meet her."

Clara was speechless there.

Then Isaac, who had already gotten off, opened the door, through which Horace wheeled down before Clara followed right after him.

When she came out and saw the sight before her, her face took on a serious look.

The place Horace had brought her to was a graveyard.

Then Clara understood why he had been acting so weird.

Horace held her little hand, and they soon came in front of a tombstone in the midst of the yard.

On the snow-white stone was engraved-

Laura Hutchinson.