Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 90 Horace's Anger

Horace frowned. Without saying another word to Darren, he turned his wheelchair and left the ward.

When he got back to Clara's ward, she was sound asleep. Her little face was as pale as the ashen

sheet. Seemingly still in pain, her brows furrowed slightly.

Horace's heart ached for her.

"Tell them I won't be in the company these days." Horace lowered his voice and turned to Isaac. " If

they have anything to report, let them schedule video conferences or directly come here to me."

"Mr. Kirkland..." Isaac was stunned. In the years he had worked for Horace, he had never seen Horace

miss a day's work for anything.

Horace ignored Isaac's words, stopped the wheelchair by Clara's bed, and gently caressed her cheek

with his fingers.

Feeling the sudden warmth on her cheek, Clara frowned a little and opened her eyes.

Coming into her blurry vision was the silhouette of an extremely handsome face.

She froze for a second, then quickly tried to sit up, "Horace?"

Horace stopped her. "Don't move. Just lie down."

Clara nodded and obediently laid back down.

"How are you feeling?" Horace asked, trying to hold back his anger.

Although Clara couldn't see the expression on his face, she vaguely felt there was something wrong.

"Horace, are you angry or something?"

Horace didn't answer.

Angry?

More like scared.

It was the same fear he had experienced back when he was abroad and heard that his home was on

fire.

He had never felt the extreme terror ever since.

Horace held her by the wrist in silence, staring at the burn marks at the back of her hand. His heart was

torn into pieces.

"Darren just told me that you went back into the burning house to get something?" Horace asked. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

His question reminded Clara of something.

"Oh, right. I went back to get this." She took the pendant off her necklace that she wore with difficulty.

"This pendant is important to you, isn't it?"

The slightly cool touch in Horace palm made him look. It was the crystal pendant.

Shocked, he instantly shifted his gaze to Clara, his tone inexplicable, "You went back into the burning

house just for this pendant?"

Clara's vision was still a little blurry, so she couldn't tell the expression on his face. "Yeah. As I said, I

know it is important to you," she answered honestly.

Horace tightened his grasp on the pendant until his knuckles turned white, completely at a loss for

words.

He didn't expect that the thing Clara desperately went back for was this stupid pendant.

The dead silence made Clara a bit anxious. Clara asked, "Horace? Are you okay? Is there something

wrong with this pendant? It didn't get burnt in the fire, did it?"

With that, she hurriedly looked down, trying to check the pendant. However, all she could see was a

blurry tiny dot.

"Clara Selman, what on earth were you thinking!"

Horace's sudden roar shocked her into a daze.

...

She had never seen him so agitated before

Clara frowned. "Horace, why would you..."

Horace interrupted her, "It's just a stupid pendant! The house was on fire! You are lucky that you are

alive now. What if you never make it out of the house!"

Horace was furious.

What was she thinking, really? She would even risk her life for this damn pendant?

Yes, this pendant is indeed important to me. It's the only thing that person left me.

But it is worth nothing compared to Clara!

He had long forgotten about this freaking pendant. When he was told that the house was on fire, all he

could think about was Clara's safety.

Now she was telling him that she went back to the house for this invaluable pendant? She could have

died in the fire!

How could he stay calm!

Horace lost his usual elegance.

Because of her eye injury, Clara couldn't see the concern in Horace's eye. Therefore, she thought that

Horace was just reprimanding her.

"I risked my life for this pendant because it is so important to him. Does he know how scared I was

when I ran back into the burning house? But I overcame the fear for him. Shouldn't he be thanking me?

Why is he yelling at me for no reason?" Clara wanted to cry.

The tears caused a sharp pain in her eyes. Clara couldn't help but rubbed her eyes.

Horace anger blinded him so he didn't even notice that Clara was weeping. He squeezed the pendant

in his hand. The edges of the little crystal hurt his palms.

He lowered his head. For the first time in a decade, he didn't feel guilty or helpless when he looked at

the pendant. Instead, anger overwhelmed him.

Clara put her life on the line for this stupid pendant. He hated it to the core.

If he continued to keep this pendant, would it make her think that what she did was right? Would she

make the same stupid decision if the house was set on fire again?

Horace knew that these irrational thoughts wouldn't even cross his mind on a normal day. But he simply

couldn't stop thinking about that right now.

Looking at Clara's pale face and the injuries all over her body, a sudden rage took over. He lifted his

arm and hurled the pendant at the floor.

Clash!

A crisp voice rang out in the dead silence of the ward. Hearing that, Clara looked up in an attempt to

see what was happening.

She had a bad hunch.

"Horace, what did you do!"

Still overwhelmed by anger, Horace turned to Clara and said in a cold voice, "I smashed the pendant."

"What? Are you crazy?" Clara bounced up from the bed, on the verge of breaking down. She

desperately grabbed Horace's hand, trying to find the trace of the pendant. "Are you serious? What the

heck were you thinking! The pendant is the only thing your ex-girlfriend left you!"