Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 65 Can I Hug You?

Horace was stunned, obviously not expecting Clara to make such a request.

Seeing that Horace did not reply, Clara realised what she had said as if in hindsight, and with a blush

on her face, she hurriedly managed a smile and said casually, "Uh... I'm just kidding. I'll go up first."

She said as she panicked and wanted to get off.

However, before she could set foot outside, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

The next moment, before Clara had time to react, her body was pulled backwards, and she fell into a

warm embrace.

Horace's scent of a mature man, mixed with the faint smell of cigars, wrapped around her entire body

and made her feel at ease for no apparent reason.

"Thank you." Clara whispered, looking up in Horace's arms, her eyes shining, "I gotta go."

Feeling the fragrant soft body in his arms, the corners of Horace's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly,

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

Clara nodded and stepped out of the car.

After getting out of the car, she didn't rush back; she just stood in place and watched Horace's car

leave.

The warmth of the lunchbox in her arms, coming through her clothes, was hot.

It was like...

The same as the embrace Horace had just given her.

The aroma of Horace still lingered on her body as she recalled that embrace and Clara could not help

but blush slightly.

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Clara patted her face and hurried upstairs.

Even she hadn't noticed that the bad mood that Darren had put her in was lifted up with Horace's

appearance.

After a full day and night of work, the magazine samples were delivered to the printer on time.

Clara didn't even have the energy to say a few words to Horace when she got home, so she lay down,

slept for two days and nights, and woke up when the magazine was launched.

It was worth all the hard work. The expose of the black-hearted food processing plant caused quite a

stir, and although the sales did not reach that of the last issue with Horace's interview, it did attract

enough attention to draw in quite a few advertisers.

The company's crisis was finally over.

Clara is happy for the company, as she has been working here for two years and has some feelings for

it.

The only downside is that Diane's nose is about to grow into the air as the story becomes a major

sensation.

Still, everyone was happy primarily, and Darren, who has always been a distant personality, said he

was inviting everyone to get together for dinner today.

Everyone was cheering and talking about how they would kick the editor-in-chief's ass.

Sarah also excitedly said, "Clara, you're going too, right?"

Clara glanced at Darren in the crowd and shook her head, "I'm in a hurry to get home, so I won't be

there. You guys have fun."

A flash of disappointment crossed Sarah's face, but she knew of Darren and Clara's awkward

relationship and had to nod.

Clara went down the hall with the group, and while everyone was still gathered around, chattering and

discussing where to go for dinner and singing, Clara took the initiative. She said, "Sir, I have something

going on at home today, so I won't be going. I'll leave first."

Darren's eyes flickered to hear that Clara was leaving, but he nodded.

The group also looked at Darren and Clara's interaction with a weird look, but after all, Darren was

here, and they couldn't say anything.

Clara pretended she didn't see everyone's eyes and turned her head to prepare to leave.

But just as she was about to leave the office building, she was suddenly bumped into someone.

"Ouch." She stumbled a few steps and looked up to see the person who had bumped into her, a man in

his early thirties, dirty and with rough, tanned skin.

Clara staggered.

Not only did this man not look like someone who worked in an office building, but with her journalistic

acumen, Clara also realised that the man looked extraordinarily flustered and didn't even apologise or

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Clara had a bad feeling in her heart and immediately turned her head to see the man pulling something

out of his pocket, shiny and silver.

When she saw what the man had pulled out, Clara's face turned pale.

It was a knife!

Clara hurriedly tried to call security, but then she suddenly saw the man running towards Darren in the

centre of the crowd.

Clara's face went pale, and she ran over to him, exclaiming, "Darren!"

Clara's scream was almost instinctive, even down to the title, which involuntarily became the year's

title.

Darren heard Clara's voice and froze, turning around to see a fierce man rushing towards him with a

knife.

"Ah!"

The other office people around saw the man at this point and scattered with a scream.

The man's target was Darren, and as the crowd dispersed, he immediately picked up his pace and

rushed straight towards Darren in the middle, shouting in not-so-standard Mandarin, "Darren Kirkland!

You made me lose my job! You're coming to hell with me!"

Darren had grown up with a high standard of living, and even when he was a poor boy, he was only

pretending to be an ordinary student, so he had never seen such a situation and was utterly

dumbfounded.

Clara, on the other hand, let out a cry of surprise and, almost without thinking, dashed towards the

man.

The distance between them was not far, and Clara quickly caught up with him; without even thinking,

she grabbed the man's arm to stop him from hurting Darren.

The man had been lunging towards Darren like a madman when he was suddenly pulled by a woman,

stumbling a little, and the next moment he turned his head and saw Clara, his face became even more

fierce as he shouted, "Stinking woman! You dare to spoil my plans! Then I'll kill you first!"

With that, he shifted his aim and waved the dagger in his hand towards Clara!

Clara was pulling him, and as he turned, she was staggered by the reaction; before she could stand,

the man had the shiny dagger in his hand, which was already in front of her.

She was too frightened to dodge.

Darren, on the other side of the room, saw the scene, and only then did it take him a moment to jolt

awake, his face bloodless.

"Clara!" he shouted and immediately rushed over to her.