Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 85 Clara, I'm Sorry

"It's theoretically possible." The person at the desk replied respectfully.

"This must never happen!" Sean's face was hideous, he thought for a while, and said, "I will find a way

to hold Horace tomorrow and you need to find a way to get rid of that Clara."

The man frowned, "Sir, why don't we just get rid of Horace directly?"

"You think I don't want to?" Sean sneered, "but you also know how much the old man cares about him.

In the kidnapping case ten years ago, he almost turn the whole Stratmont upside down, so we can't

touch him. But Clara Selman is different, she's just an outsider, even if something goes wrong, the old

man won't do anything."

"Ok, I see."

"Besides." Sean suddenly thought of something, his face sank, then he said, "Don't let Darren know

about this."

The man's eyes flickered, "Yes." From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Go."

"Yes, sir."

...

Clara went to GLAM the next day, and after a while, she received a text message from Horace, saying

that he was going on a business trip, and remembered her to change her medicine and take care of

herself.

She obediently replied "OK", and continued busy with her work.

The deadline was approaching and the office was a mess. She finally managed to get this work

finished.

Clara was the last group to leave the magazine. It was past midnight. Coincidentally, there seemed to

be a concert in the stadium next to the company, and the traffic was so congested that it was

impossible to get a car.

Everyone was talking about carpooling, but when they asked where she lived, she couldn't answer.

She couldn't tell everyone that she lives in the most expensive villa complex in the city, right?

So, she could only bite the bullet and smile, saying that her husband was already on his way to pick her

up and they should leave first.

Everyone was like "I'm so envious", and they got into their car one after another. In the end, only Clara

was left waiting at the door of the company.

Clara waited and waited, but after 20 minutes, there was still no car, and the car-hailing app didn't

work, but Horace wasn't in Stratmont and she didn't have anyone to ask for help.

She could only continue to wait.

But rather than a taxi, a red Ferrari stopped in front of her.

Seeing the people sitting in the sports car, her face froze, and she immediately turned to leave.

But the door was opened so quickly and the person in the driver's seat caught up.

"Clara, what are you doing?"

Clara was forced to stop and turned her head, "Mr. Kirkland."

Darren walked toward her with a helpless expression, but he still opened the car door, "Get in the car,

I'll take you home."

But she didn't move, "No need, my husband will come to pick me up."

She emphasized the word "husband", but Darren just looked even more helpless, "Clara, you don't

need to irritate me on purpose, I know that my uncle and my dad are both on business trips."

Clara didn't expect that Horace's business trip was actually for his family, and she was embarrassed.

But she still refused to move, "I'll just take a taxi."

"It's so late, there was no taxi. You don't have to feel stressed. I'm just sending you back. Even if it's an

ordinary employee standing here today, I'll send her home."

When the words fell, he saw that Clara was still standing motionless, and he couldn't help but get

angry. He grabbed her arm directly and dragged her into the car.

"Let go of me!"

Clara really didn't want to have anything to do with him, not to mention how embarrassed the two of

them were, just because she vaguely felt that Darren had feelings for her, she wanted to completely

draw the line.

However, how could her strength be compared with him? She was still dragged into the car by him.

Darren quickly closed the car door, locked it with the key in his hand, got into the car himself, and

started it at the fastest speed. It was too late for her to get out of the car.

Clara looked at him angrily, but there was nothing she could do, so she chose not to say a word.

Darren was quite sensible today, he didn't say anything to her, just quietly sent her to the door of the

villa all the way.

The car was parked outside the familiar villa, Clara breathed a sigh of relief, said "thank you", and

immediately tried to get out of the car.

Unexpectedly, Darren, who had been silent all the way, suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back

to her seat.

Clara thought that he got crazy again, and immediately warned him, "What are you doing?"

Looking at her fear in front of him, Darren's eyes glinted with a trace of hurt.

But soon, he said, "Clara, I'm sorry."

She did not expect that he would suddenly say something like that and she was stunned and looked at

him blankly.

"Two years ago, I misunderstood you and left when you needed me the most." Darren looked at her

straight, word by word, and said seriously, "I owe you an apology, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

When Darren said these words, he was sincere.

For a long time, he was busy misunderstanding her and taking revenge. After knowing the truth, he

was busy thinking about her relationship with Horace, but last night, it suddenly occurred to him that he

seemed to owe her an apology.

Apologies for the bad things he's done.

Clara looked at him with a serious face, her eyes flickering slightly.

She just didn't know how to describe her feelings at this time.

To be honest, she never expected his apology. The damage that had been done was not something

that could be made up for with a single sorry.

But looking at the serious face, her originally cold and defensive heart did melt a little.

At this moment, she could vaguely recognize the exuberant young man back then.

Her lips trembled and she avoided his gaze, "It's all in the past, there's no need to mention it now."

Indeed, no apology can make up for the damage that had been done.

But again, it's no use brooding over it.

It's hard for her to pretend to be forgiving and tell Darren that she had let go or forgiven him, but she

won't take revenge on him either.

After all, it was the person she loved for the first time. He symbolized her purest and most beautiful

years. She didn't want to destroy him or the beautiful memories they had.

"I..." Darren only felt a dull pain in his heart and wanted to say something, but Clara had already raised

her eyes quickly.

"Thank you for sending me back today, I really need to go, goodbye." After that, she no longer gave

him any chance to speak, and quickly broke free of him and opened the car.

Darren sat on the seat and looked at her back, feeling lost.

Was she not even willing to give him a chance to apologize?

Darren didn't even drive away, but just sat in the car blankly. When he realized it, two hours had passed

and the sky was completely dark.

He quickly patted his face and was about to drive away, but at this moment, he suddenly smelled a

strange burnt smell.