Become the Wife of A CEO

Clara’s heart almost stopped for a second.

Was Darren doing this intentionally? Why did he talk so detailed about it? Wasn’t he afraid that Horace will misunderstand it?

Clara looked at Horace nervously, trying to see his reaction, but Horace’s eyes were like bottomless lakes. She couldn’t identify any emotion at all.

Clara.

“She was doing this to protect me.”

Horace’s breathing became slightly heavier.

Darren’s words were like a provocation. Horace had always felt it’s a waste of time to pay attention to such words. But this time, he had to admit, that Darren succeeded.

The wound on Clara’s arm became even more dazzling at this time. He took a few deep breaths secretly before suppressing the anger in his heart.

“Really?” When he spoke again, his tone was still unhurried, “Clara is a qualified aunt. After all, it makes sense for her to take good care of her nephew.”

With simple words, Darren’s face suddenly turned pale.

“However.” Horace said slowly and glanced at Clara who was lying nervously on the bed, “I hope she won’t be so impulsive in the future.”

Clara’s heart fluttered for no reason because of his glance. She couldn’t think carefully about the meaning of Horace’s words at all. She could just nod casually.

Darren’s expression became more and more awkward.

“Well.” The other two didn’t speak, and Horace spoke again. “Darren, thank you for sending Clara to the hospital. I will let Isaac pay you back the medical fees and other expenses.”

Darren gritted his teeth and finally said, “Uncle, we don’t have to do this.”

“How can it be?” Horace said lightly, “My wife Clara doesn’t like to owe anything to other people.”

His wife Clara.

Other people.

Darren only felt as if there’s a monster in his chest roaring again.

But seeing Clara lying weakly on the bed, he still held back the fury.

On the other side, Clara was relieved when she heard Horace’s words.

In fact, when Darren went to pay the medical fees, she had already been bothered by this behavior. She could owe anyone money, but she just didn’t want to owe Darren anything.

In comparison, she would rather let Horace pay for the medical bills. She had owed Horace tons of money anyway. Things couldn’t go any worse.

“Okay.” Darren took a deep breath and said coldly, “Then I won’t disturb you, dear uncle and aunt. I’ll go back first.”

Obviously satisfied with Darren’s “attitude”, Horace nodded and sent Darren out of the ward.

Seeing Darren leaving, Clara was first relieved.

But before she could completely relax, she saw Horace slowly turning the wheelchair to her, with a cold expression on his face. He whispered, “Clara, is there anything you want to explain to me?”

It made the hairs on the back of Clara’s neck stood up.

“I… My arm hurts…” Clara really didn’t have the courage to face the intimidating Horace. So, she could only try her best to divert his attention using an extremely clumsy attempt. She pretended to be pitiful at the same time.

Clara originally thought that her pretending skills were so bad that Horace would definitely expose her. But she didn’t expect that he would get close to her concernedly, with his handsome eyebrows knitted together. He was stroking her bandaged arm, while whispering, “The wound, does it hurt? Is it infected? You want to call a doctor to examine it?”

Darren’s voice was still low and cold. But she could feel the concern in his tone.

Clara didn’t expect him to take it serious so easily. She felt a little sorry for him afterward. She could only smile awkwardly, “Actually, it’s okay… It just stings a bit. It should be normal.”

Hearing this, Horace raised her head, because he was checking the wound just now, the two were very close, and Clara could see his panicked expression in his obsidian-like eyes.

After a moment of silence, Horace opened his thin lips. Clara thought he was going to question her again. She was nervous and didn’t know how to answer. But she didn’t expect him to whisper, “Take a good rest. I’ll let Martha prepare some chicken soup and send it over to you.”

Clara was stunned for a moment, looked up at Horace, wondering why he suddenly stopped questioning her. But Horace’s big hand covered her eyes.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Go to sleep now, we can discuss anything after you wake up.”

Horace’s voice was low, making her feel like fine velvet swept across her eardrums.

Clara had taken painkillers before, and she was indeed a little drowsy now. she nodded and closed her eyes obediently.

For some reason, it seemed that she always fell asleep very easily every time Horace was around.

Just when she was about to fall asleep in a daze, she suddenly felt a soft touch on her forehead.

Then, a low sigh sounded in the ear…

“Clara, what am I gonna do with you?”

…

After Clara fell asleep, Isaac came to the hospital with Martha’s freshly simmered chicken soup.

“Mr. Kirkland, this is…” Isaac walked into the ward. Just as he was about to speak, Horace made a silent motion.

Isaac was stunned for a moment, he then noticed Clara sleeping on the bed. He shut his mouth quickly and followed Horace out of the ward.

“Now you can go on.” Horace said lightly when they came to the corridor, “Have you investigated the detail of Clara’s injury?”

“Well, I inquired the security guard of their office building, and many of them witnessed it.”

“What happened?”

“Didn’t their magazine report an unqualified food processing factory before? That processing factory was shut down. But they had owed a lot of workers’ wages before. Now they can’t pay it off. Then an extreme worker wanted to take revenge on Darren. And then…”

As he said, Isaac suddenly hesitated. He didn’t dare to continue.

Horace’s black eyes squinted slightly, “Proceed.”

Isaac had no choice but continued, “The man originally wanted to attack Darren. But to protect Darren, Ms. Kirkland rushed over to stop him. The gangster got angry and stabbed Ms. Kirkland.”

Isaac was observing Horace’s expression carefully as he said this.

But Horace’s expression remained calm.

Isaac was confused. He thought that Mr. Kirkland really cared about Ms. Kirkland. Or maybe it was his delusion?

“What else?” Horace just said calmly.

“And… and I heard from the people present saying that Darren seems to be very worried about Ms. Kirkland’s situation.” Isaac said, “He even held Ms. Kirkland to the hospital in person…”

Horace’s black eyes suddenly popped out.

“I see.” But judging from facial expression, Horace was still clam. “Go and do your work.”

Isaac wiped his cold sweat, nodded, and was about to leave. But he accidentally saw the armrests of Horace’s wheelchair. He couldn’t help being stunned.

Horace was holding the armrest of the wheelchair. Now that he let it go. He even saw that there were four deep fingerprints on the rubber armrest, as if they had been squeezed out by Horace.