Become the Wife of A CEO

When they were talking, Horace controlled his wheelchair to slide slowly onto the dance floor along with the rhythm of the music.

Clara was in his arms, dancing under the bright lights with him. The bystanders were stunned by this scene.

Clara was surprised.

She looked at Horace’s handsome face in front of her, which was perfect and flawless. His eyes and brows looked soft with a smile instead of indifference on normal days, which made him look more charming like a diamond.

Such a handsome man…

Such a handsome man was her husband…

Horace’s wheelchair moved slowly, which shocked people. Even Ashlee, who was eye-catching in the middle of the dance floor, couldn’t help stopping at this time.

“Dancing in a wheelchair?” She was surprised. But soon, she turned to be jealous and sarcastic. “Disability is disability. It’s pathetic.”

Ashlee wanted to laugh at them. But looking at Horace’s handsome face and their beautiful posture, she suddenly felt that her sarcasm was powerless.

Other bystanders around her changed from shock to envy.

“My God, I know for the first time that one can be so charming just sitting in a wheelchair?”

“I envy Clara. Her husband loves her so much, who is so romantic and excellent.”

“He deserves to be the second young master.” Among them, some older ones thought about the accident that year and sighed, “What a great young man that year! If there wasn’t the kidnapping, eh?”

Clara, who was sitting on Horace’s lap, noticed what the people around her were talking about. Since she didn’t hear clearly, she couldn’t help looking up.

However, Horace suddenly stopped her by pinching her chin.

“Do you care what they say?” Horace understood Clara.

Clara smiled a bit awkwardly.

“Ignore them,” Horace whispered, loosening his hand and turning it into a gentle touch. “You just need to enjoy the moment.”

Horace’s voice was deeper than usual as if it had magic. Seemed to be bewitched, Clara nodded and put her hand around his neck, sliding slowly with him on the dance floor.

Seeing how cooperative Clara was, Horace’s lips were slightly raised.

Meanwhile, at the top of the stairs, the second floor.

Standing straight, Russell was looking at the dance floor with a condescending manner.

He was slightly moved by watching Clara who smiled brightly and Horace with a faint smile dancing on the dance floor.

How long hadn’t he seen Horace smile like this?

“Master.” At this time, a white-haired butler came up, “It’s almost time. Is it time to see off the guests and arrange for young masters and ladies to accommodate here?”

“Yes, it’s time.” Russell looked back up and nodded, “By the way, call that girl Clara to my study.”

After saying that, Russell turned to the study.

The dance soon ended. In the end, the person who sought the limelight was not Ashlee who was the nominal protagonist, but Clara who sat on Horace’s lap all night.

As the last song finished, Clara stood up. Before recovering, she suddenly saw an old man like a butler walking toward her, who said respectfully, “Madam, please come with me to the study.”

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Was Russell looking for her?

Was it because of the photo just now?

Thinking of Russell’s sharp eyes, Clara felt nervous and instinctively looked at Horace.

Horace just nodded slightly. “It’s OK. Although grandpa has a grumpy temper, he is not unreasonable.”

After hearing what Horace said, Clara felt relieved and followed the old butler to the study on the second floor.

Russell’s study was very quaint with the smell of sanders. When Clara walked into it, she suddenly had the illusion of traveling through ancient times.

Russell had changed to his robe and sat behind his desk. He focused on her with his fierce eyes since she entered the door.

Clara tried to calm herself, went to her desk, and said respectfully, “Sir.”

“What do you call me?” Russell asked seriously.

Clara was stunned and didn’t react.

“Now that you have married Horace, you should call me Grandpa like he does.” Seeing that Clara didn’t understand, Russell reluctantly explained. Finally, he added with a sneer, “There’s a big difference between you and your sister, who can’t wait to call me Grandpa. But you as a granddaughter-in-law didn’t.”

A hint of panic flashed across Clara’s eyes.

Russell knew that she and Ashlee were sisters.

But after thinking, it was impossible that Russell hadn’t investigated her since she married Horace for so long.

However, since Russell let her call him Grandpa, he didn’t mean to disown her. She felt a bit relieved and called out gently, “Grandpa.”

Russell nodded with satisfaction, and raised his chin, “Sit down.”

After Clara sat down, she heard Russell’s words with dignity, “What do you think I’mseeing you for?”

“Maybe it’s about the pictures at the party.” Clara plucked up her courage to look up at him. Since she had this opportunity, she wanted to explain, “Grandpa, these photos are actually-”

But before she explained, Russell had already raised his hand to stop her.

“You don’t have to explain to me.” Russell sounded a little impatient. “Do you think I haven’t investigated you since you have married Horace so long?”

The word “investigate” was very clever, which expressed his idea.

Not only did he investigate what happened two years ago, but also the truth, so he knew that Clara was framed.

Clara realized why Russell wasn’t surprised or even blamed her after he saw the photo.

He had known for a long time.

Clara breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, “Thank you, grandpa.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Russell snorted coldly, “Do you think I didn’t blame you because you were innocent?”