Become the Wife of A CEO

Hear that Logan trusted her. Clara was moved. At the same time, she felt kind of sad. Horace and Helena chose to trust the people online instead of her. On the contrary, Laura’s brother chose to trust her. How ironic!

“Why do you trust me?” Clara asked, “Aren’t you afraid that I hurt your sister on purpose?”

“Maybe it’s because I know Laura too well.” Logan smiled bitterly and looked at Clara, “And, for some reason, I feel close to you. I feel like trusting you. Besides, after knowing you for so long, I’m sure you wouldn’t do that kind of thing.”

“Thank you, Logan.” Clara looked at Logan seriously. From the last time when Helena was hospitalized to helping her block the reporters in the cemetery, and to this unconditional trust time, it seemed that every time Clara was in trouble, Logan showed up in time to help.

“It’s fine.” Amused by Clara’s serious expression, Logan stroked her hair dotingly.

In fact, this kind of action is a bit inappropriate between friends, but Clara didn’t feel offended. Instead, she felt warm as if Logan was her family. She gave a warm smile to Logan as well.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came. Clara looked up, seeing Horace approaching, she immediately stopped smiling. She pursed her lips, refusing to look at Horace.

Clara was arguing with him angrily, but now she was smiling earnestly at Logan. Seeing that, Horace’s expression turned bad.

Horace walked to Clara and reached out to her, “Get up. Let’s go home.”

Clara ignored Horace and propped herself on the ground with one hand and the wall with the other, standing up slowly. She had been sitting for so long that she couldn’t feel her legs. The moment she got up, she stumbled.

Logan quickly caught Clara. Clara’s back was now against Logan’s chest. It looked like she had fallen into his arms on purpose.

Logan’s hands were wrapped around Clara’s shoulders. The air around Horace instantly turned cold. He bent down and picked up Clara from Logan’s arms, then turned around and walked down the hallway.

Clara struggled to get down from Horace’s arms. But Horace’s strength was so great that she couldn’t break free at all. She could only glare at Horace, snapping, “Put me down!”

Horace carried her out of the hospital and ignored her anger.

Isaac had been standing by the car and waited, seeing Horace come out with Clara in his arms, he went around to the back of the car and opened the rear door. Horace put Clara in the back seat of the car and sat down beside her.

“Go home,” Horace ordered emotionlessly. Clara turned her head out the window as soon as she got in the car, refusing to look at Horace.

Feeling the anger of the two, Isaac did not speak. He dared not. In silence, he quickly drove towards the villa.

As soon as they arrived home, Clara got out of the car and walked directly into the villa. Horace got out of the car quickly and followed behind Clara.

Clara went directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

Entering the bedroom, Clara immediately closed the door. She wanted to lock it, but Horace didn’t give her the chance. He pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing Horace come in, Clara turned to the closet, grabbed a set of clothes, and walked to the door. Horace stopped Clara as she passed by. “Clara, we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Clara bypassed Horace. “Get out of the way, I’m going to take a shower.”

Pulling on Clara, Horace wrapped his arms around her arms, “Clara, please don’t be mad. Let’s talk about Laura.”

Hearing Horace mention Laura’s name, Clara’s long-suppressed anger erupted instantly, she yelled at Horace, “I said there is nothing to talk about! You don’t believe me anyway. I’m going to take a shower, let me go!”

“Clara, calm down. Sit and let’s talk. Don’t let your emotion take control.”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“No! I don’t want to talk. Get away, I’m going to take a shower!”

“Fine,” Horace was also getting impatient, “You want to take a shower? Me too!” Then, He pulled Clara to the bathroom.

“Horace! What the hell do you want!” Somewhat broken, Clara shook away Horace’s hand and cried out.

Horace grabbed Clara and threw her onto the bed and then leaned over to kiss her tearful eyes.

“Let go of me!” Clara was full of shame and anger. She desperately struggled under Horace, “Let go! Didn’t you hear me? Horace, you basta…”

Her curse words were interrupted by Horace, who was pressing onto her body and kissing her fiercely, giving her no chance to speak.

Horace’s tongue swept aggressively into Clara’s mouth. Looking at Clara, who was struggling, Horace thought of the way she smiled at Logan in the hospital. How could she smile like that at other men?

Occupied by jealousy, Horace kissed harder. His hand reached into Clara’s clothes, moving on her back…

Exhausted, Clara gradually gave up struggling, allowing Horace to do whatever he wanted. The behaviors that stood for intimate now made her feel humiliated. Tears fell down her cheeks.

Unaware of Clara’s abnormality, Horace kissed all the way downward, leaving red marks one after another on Clara’s body. Horace raised Clara’s hands above her head and inadvertently found her hand scratched.

Horace stopped all movements for an instant. He saw that Clara’s left palm was bleeding.

Clara’s hand was scratched by the ground when she was knocked down by the crowd in the café. It had crusted, but after the struggle just now, it started to bleed again.