Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 70 Do You Want to See It?

When she got home from the hospital, Clara took a shower and finally felt that the smell of disinfectant

in the hospital was washed away.

Lying in bed, she immediately felt terribly sleepy.

She didn't like the hospital, so she couldn't sleep well in the hospital these nights. Now she's finally

back.

She rolled over casually. Without even noticing, she was already lying on the right half of the bed that

belonged to Horace.

Sinking her head into the soft pillow, Clara suddenly smelled Horace's fragrance.

It was his usual shampoo, mixed with the smell of a cigar. Clara felt relieved for no reason.

She was suddenly a little greedy and didn't want to go back to her place. She leaned on Horace's pillow

and fell asleep.

In the evening, Horace went back to the room and saw Clara, curling up like a kitten on the bed.

He was stunned at first. But he gently smiled immediately.

After closing the door, he silently got up from his wheelchair and walked to the bed.

Clara was sound asleep, not even noticing his approach.

Horace originally wanted to help her cover the quilt. But when he pulled up the quilt, he fixed his eyes

on the wound on her arm. She couldn't help frowning.

When Clara took a bath just now, although she avoided the wound on her hand, there's still water

splashed on it. Now the bandage was still a little wet. Because she has been sleeping, she also forgot

to change the bandage.

Horace frowned with dissatisfaction.

As an adult, she couldn't or wouldn't even take good care of herself?

Horace originally wanted to wake up Clara and ask her to change her bandage herself. But seeing she

was sleeping so soundly, even drooling on his pillow, he suddenly couldn't let her do this alone.

With a sigh, he just picked up the medicine that Clara brought back from the hospital on the table next

to him. He then put it on the bed, and carefully unwrapped Clara's bandages.

Clara was in her sleep and vaguely felt that someone was moving the bandage on her arm. She didn't

care about it at first, but there was a sudden pain in the wound. She woke up then, "Ouch!"

When she opened her eyes, she saw Horace sitting beside her bed with a cotton swab in her hand.

And the bandage on her arm has been taken off, revealing the wound.

"Horace?" She was taken aback, "You are back?"

"Yeah." Horace didn't look at Clara, but simply put a cotton swab over her wound.

At that moment, Clara winced in pain and huddled up involuntarily, "Ouch... Please… slow down."

Horace raised her eyebrows, "It wasn't because of me. It all because you don't remember to change

the bandage and apply the medicine on time. The wound is now a little festering, I have to clean up the

dirty things before applying the medicine."

Clara then remembered that when she left the hospital, the doctor did instruct her to apply the medicine

twice a day. But she was so sleepy and fell asleep. She didn't apply it during the day.

"I forgot..." she whispered.

Horace gave her a dissatisfied look. As if punishing her, he increased the strength of his hand, "Would

it be safer for you to be hospitalized since you can even forget such important requirement?"

The pain from the wound struck her. Clara's face turned pale. She could only beg for mercy, "I was

wrong. I'm really too tired today. You can tell Martha later and let Martha remind me."

Noticing that there's cold sweat coming out from Clara's aching forehead, Horace immediately ease the

strength of her hands and frowned, "Is it really that painful?"

"Tell me about it. It's not you who got stabbed." Clara muttered.

She just said this casually. But she didn't expect that Horace's expression suddenly changed. He

whispered, "I got stabbed before."

Clara was stunned and looked at Horace, "Was it... the kidnapping ten years ago?"

What a pampered young master Horace is. Except for the kidnapping ten years ago, Clara couldn't

think of any possibility he could have been injured so badly.

"Yes." Horace lowered her head to apply medicine to Clara, so she couldn't see the expression on his

face. "Three stabs, on the thighs. If it wasn't for timely treatment, I would have been permanently

disabled."

Clara's arms trembled. Only then did she realize how irresponsible she was when she said that

casually. She couldn't help but looked down and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what?"

"Mentioning your sadness." Clara suddenly felt that compared to what Horace had experienced, she

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"It's okay," Horace whispered.

Clara still couldn't help but ask, "Is the wound still there? Will there be any sequelae now?"

Although she had glanced at Horace's body when he's bathing, he had a towel around his waist back

then. She didn't see the lower half of his body, so she didn't know if these wounds exist.

"My physiotherapy worked out quite well, so there aren't any major sequelae. It's just that the wound

will hurt when it rains." Horace said lightly. He then looked up at Clara and raising her eyebrows as if he

suddenly thought of something, "What? Do you want to take a look?"

"Take a look at the wound?" Clara was stunned for a moment. The wound was in such a sensitive

place. How could she see that? She hurriedly said, "No, no… Argh!"

She was in half way of saying her word, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain come from the wound.

And she suddenly screamed out before she could finish her sentence.

"The wound is finally cleaned up." Compared to Clara's pale face with pain, Horace's expression was

still clam. He then threw the cotton swab into the napkin.

Clara froze for a moment. She then understood when she saw a large piece of blood scab with pus on

the cotton swab.

Looking at the wound, his childhood… All the word Horace told her just now was just to distract her,

because he needed to clean up a big blood stain on her.

"Apply some more medicine and it'll be fine." Seeing Clara's pale face, Horace's tone couldn't help

becoming gentler. He then took a new cotton swab and wiped it for her, "Please, this may hurt."

"Well, I know… But… Ah... Take it slowly... Um... Not here… Be Gentle..."

In the room, Clara was enduring the pain of Horace applying the medicine to her. None of them was

aware that Martha outside the door was blushing when she heard it.

Martha was coming up to ask Clara and Horace to go downstairs and have dinner. But she didn't

expect that she would hear Clara groaning when she got to the door. And the words Clara was

shouting…

Poor Martha, you can't blame her for misunderstanding what the two were doing.

But she was even happier. She didn't care about asking Clara to have dinner. She just went downstairs

excitedly.

"Old woman, what about the young master and young lady?" When Donald downstairs saw Martha

coming down alone, he couldn't help frowning, "Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."

"Forget the dinner." Martha came over, blushing, "They're busy in the room. Don't disturb them."