Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 40 Medical Bill

Chapter 40 Medical Bill

“Nothing, Horace answered quietly.He had had the porridge stewed all night for her.“Come down and

have some breakfast’ Without thinking further, she sat down.

At breakfast, she kept thinking about the money.

Meanwhile, Horace glanced at her knitted eyebrow, and at that moment, he finally knew what was on

her mind.

Horace picked up a shrimp dumpling, put it on Clara's plate, and whispered, “Clara, let's go see your

mother some time: Clara froze with shock, and as she raised her eyes on him nervously, she found him

staring right at her.

“Well, thanks, but I'm afraid.’ She avoided his eyes, “She's not feeling very well lately, so she needs.

to rest quietly.” Clara was being evasive, without mentioning a single word about her mother's critical

condition or the expenses.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Horace's eyes.

For all his years in the business circle, he had met some frivolous women, be it prostitutes or socialites,

all of whom acted pettishly and were dependent on men for the pettiest thing, all phoning in his money

or help.

Clara, however, was different from them.

Ajthough it hadn't been tong since they married, she had never asked anything from him, or precisely,

she tried to avoid tuming to him for help.

Such distance and alienation annoyed him, but he didnit know why.

“Really? Horace’s unhappiness made him sound curt, "Then may her get well soon.” Clara frowned.

Did she say something wrong? Why did he seem grumpy? But she didn't know what to say, so she

finished her breakfast silently, after which she quietly let him dropped her off to the subway and went to

work.

When she reached the company, instead of going straight to her office, she went to the financial

department and tried to get an advance on next month's pay.

But as it turned out, she had already been advanced her next month's salary and would have to ask for

one on the month after that.

“Well, Clara, dear, it's not that we don't want to help you, and we understand what you're going through,

but this is not up to us; said Tasha of the finance department in a sorry tone.

Clara's eyes dimmed, and when she was about to say something, there came a cold voice fram

behind.

“Clara Selman, what are you doing here at this hour? Don't you have to get ready for the interview this

afternoon?’ Her heart dropped a beat as she heard the voice.

Very reluctantly, she turned around and saw Darren standing right behind her with an impassive face.

“Ihad something to deal with? answered Clara briefly, unwilling to say anything else to him, she

marched out of the office, But just when she came out in to the hall, Darren Caught up to her.

He seized her wrist and threw her against the wall.

“What do you want, Darren?"

sald Clara furiously in a muted voice, afraid to be overheard by Tasha.

“Nothing.” Darren looked down to Clara condescendingly, with the typical teasing look on his face, “Just

wondering why my future sister-in-law kept asking for a wage advance.” Clara realized that Darren

must have heard the conversation between her and Tasha.

She madly rubbed the wrist that hurt from his grip.

Trying to sound nonchalant, she said, "I have told you, Mr.Kirkland, I want to buy a purse? Darren felt

so offended that he be began to laugh, “So you think I'm a fool?"

He just wouldn't believe that Horace would not give her the money for a purse, if that was really what

she wanted, given that how much he cared about her.

She must have been desperate for money because of something that Horace wasnt supposed to know,

which was why she tried to get an advance.

At the thought of that, Darren cocked the comer of his mouth in a sinister way.

All of a sudden, he pressed his hands on the wall behind Clara, comering her.

“What are you doing? Darren Kirkland!"

Clara was getting panicked.

“Looks like you really need the money; Darren leaned his body slightly close towards Clara, “You

monthly pay...

Let me guess, you need about ten thousand dollars?"

Clara frowned, “It's none of your business.” With that she tried to pushed him away, but then she froze

at what he was gonna say the next moment “How about this? I'll give you ten thousand dollars if you

sleep with me for one night.” Clara looked at him and the mocking look on his face in astonishment.

“So?"

Darren looked down, and got upset by the paleness on her face, but then as he thought about the way

she and Horace had made sheep's eyes at each other the day before, his anger surged inside him,

“You know, it's way above the market price, so you are not losing out? Then he suddenly remembered

something, his.

lips crooked even more, ‘Oh, right, I almost forgot, you already sold yourself for that two years ago, but

that's probably your first time? Now I'm still paying the same money for you, slut.

God knows how many men have you...

You should be more grateful—"

A slap fell on his face.

Before he finished his words, Clara finally couldnt take it anymore.

She threw a fierce slap across his face.

Darren was numb with shock at the unexpected slap.

Covering his face in amazement, he fixed his eyes upon the dainty woman in front of him.

Her pale face was now red with anger, and her eyes were full of tears, which she forced back by biting

her bottom lip.

Darren felt a hard blow at his heart.

He had meant to hurt her, but somehow, he wasnt feeling any bit happy, instead he found it

heartbreaking to see that look on her face.

Glaring at him, Clara fought back her tears and said word by word, ‘Darren Kirkland, I was such an idiot

for having loved you before.” With that she threw away his hand and disappeared from the hall without

another look at him.

Darren was left standing there atone, looking as if his soul had been lost.

Until after some time, Tasha, who was on her way to the bathroom, saw him stiffened like a sculpture.

“Mr.Kirkland? Tasha was shocked.

He then came to himself, looked at her and asked, “Tasha, do you know what Clara needs an advance

for?” Tasha felt embarrassed to answer the question, but she didn't want to lie seeing that he was the

editor-in-chief after all, so she told him the uth, “Her mother is seriously ill, so she needs the money for

her medical bill.

That's why she asks for an advance, so Please go easy on her, Mr.Kirkland” Seriously ill? Medical bill? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He was shocked at hearing the unexpected answer.