Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 60

"Martha and Donald told him." Horace said simply, "They are grandpa's people. It was said that Grandpa sent them to take care of me, but they are also watching me."

Clara realized the reason Horace always wanted to get rid of Martha was this.

The reason Russell watched Horace was that he cared about him. But no one liked to be watched. Especially Horace hid his situation about his legs.

"Well," Clara hesitated to ask, "Why don't you tell your grandpa that you're not disabled? I think he cares about you a lot."

Horace opened his eyes. "He cares about me very much. However, he is old and wants to enjoy a peaceful and happy life. Therefore, sometimes there are some problems in his judgment."

Clara was confused. "What judgment?"

"Judgments about his families." Horace said, "For example, he always thinks that Sean and I should get along well, so if he knows about my legs, he may inadvertently tell it to him."

Clara was stunned, and then she realized.

Horace hid his situation from Sean.

The relationship among big families was too complicated. Thinking about this, Clara had a headache, sleeping in a daze.

In a trance, she seemed to see Horace sitting at her desk, taking out something to look at.

Under the light, she saw that the thing in Horace's hand was shining faintly, like a crystal pendant.

Was that the pendant before?

Clara felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Whose pendant was it? Who made Horace care so much?

Thinking of these, Clara slept.

…

Compared with the peace of Clara, the atmosphere in the other room of the house was much tenser.

Darren walked into the room with a livid face. Ashlee, who had changed into pajamas in the room, hurried over to hug his arm. "Darren, where have you been? I have been waiting for you for a long time after taking a bath."

Ashlee wore a silk lace nightdress on purpose. She looked more attractive under the dim light. Her chest was constantly rubbing Darren's arm.

But Darren was not moved at all. He just glanced at Ashlee gloomily. "Ashlee, do you have anything to explain to me?"

Ashlee was a little scared by his attitude. "Explain what? Darren, what's the matter with you?"

"Those photos today." Seeing Ashlee still pretending to not know, Darren sounded impatient, "Who allowed you to release those photos of Clara?"

Ashlee turned pale.

Did Darren know she expose these pictures?

"Darren... Did you... Did you misunderstand something?" She flustered, "I don't know how those indecent photos came out suddenly, but you believe—"

"Ashlee, why are you pretending at this time!" Darren just felt that the face in front of him was becoming more and more annoying. He got rid of her. "Grandpa has found out! How would he think of me?"

She once thought that as long as Darren and Clara broke up, they would be separated. After all, life was not a TV drama. Who could still remember others after breaking up? Most people became strangers after all.

But now she became less and less confident.

She did not expect that Darren would become Clara's boss, let alone Clara would become Horace's aunt.

Ever since she knew that Clara worked for Darren, she had been worried that Clara would explain what happened before. But she didn't know why Clara never explained. She was puzzled and yet relieved.

But she was still worried.

Looking at Darren's attitude towards Clara recently, she always felt that she underestimated the feelings between them. She was really afraid. After Darren learned the truth, would he reunite with Clara?

Darren didn't expect Ashlee to say that. He was stunned for a while, but he quickly said in a cold voice, "The photos are the proof. It isn't a misunderstanding."

Ashlee looked at his cold face and dared not speak.

Darren looked at the poor woman in his arms and suddenly thought of something. He frowned, "By the way, how did you get those photos?"

Those photos were sent to him by an anonymous email. He didn't show them to anyone except Horace and Clara, but why did Ashlee have them?

As she was caught up in her own thoughts, Darren's question struck her back to reality. She blanched.

Oh, no, she almost forgot the origin of the photos.

Looking at Ashlee's suddenly colorless face, Darren finally realized something. He slowly pulled her away from his arms. His face stern, his dashing eyebrows frowned. "Ashlee, did you send me those photos?"