Chapter 68 I Owe Him
Chapter 68 I Owe Him
When Clara woke up, Horace was still sitting by the bed. Seeing that she was awake, he poured
chicken soup from the thermos next to him and said lightly, "You're up. Have some soup."
Clara sat up with one hand supporting her. Her right arm was injured. She wanted to use her left hand
to reach out to the bowl of chicken soup. But she hasn't gotten used to using left hand yet. Seeing this,
Horace frowned slightly and took the spoon in her hand, "Come on, I'll feed you."
Saying that, he took a spoonful of chicken soup, blew it until it's cooler, and fed it to Clara's lips.
Clara was stunned.
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She really didn't expect that she would be so well taken care of like this, but she still opened her mouth
and drank it obediently.
She drank the soup in gulps. With her eyes looking at Horace in front of her, she felt a little uneasy.
Horace always looked so calm and hiding his true emotion, that she couldn't tell whether he was angry
or not.
Clara was thinking about whether she should take the initiative to bring up the injury when she heard
Horace say lightly, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Clara froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile.
Sure enough, in front of someone like Horace, she really couldn't hide anything.
"I was just wondering if you're upset," Clara said honestly.
"Upset about what?"
Clara hesitated. "You are upset because that I got hurt for Darren."
Clara lowered her tone involuntarily when she said these words. Her voice sounded soft, like a feather
brushing through Horace's heart.
Horace looked at her. His gaze softened a bit, "Well, I am indeed angry."
Clara didn't expect Horace to confirm this so directly. She was stunned, raised her head, and met
Horace's eyes.
Seeing the surprised look of the little lady in front of him, Horace raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?
Don't you want to ask me why I am angry?"
"I... probably know why you're angry," Clara said slowly.
Horace raised her eyebrows even higher, "Then tell me, why am I angry?"
"Because I'm your wife." Clara blinked. "No man would be happy about his wife getting hurt for her ex-
boyfriend..."
Horace's eyes squinted imperceptibly.
Hearing Clara's answer, he didn't know if he should be angry or helpless.
Did this stupid woman still think he was thinking her as his possession until now?
She's really sluggish.
"Horace?" Seeing that Horace didn't speak, Clara spoke again cautiously, "I'm really sorry. I wasn't
considerate of your feelings this time. I'll be more careful next time."
Bang.
Horace put the bowl down abruptly. The spoon hit the side of the bowl letting off a crisp sound. Clara
was startled by the noise.
"Clara, that's why you think I'm angry?" Horace slowly raised his eyes to look at Clara on the bed.
Seeing her nodding blankly, his eyes became even angrier, "Then what if I say, the reason why I'm
angry, is more than that?"
Clara froze for a moment.
More than that?
But she couldn't think of anything else that would make him angry. After all, their marriage was fake
and they had reached an agreement, right?
Could it be... he was jealous of Darren?
The thought popped into Clara's mind for only a second. And then she quickly shook her head with a
wry smile.
Impossible! He is Horace. If she wasn't his wife, he probably wouldn't even look at her. So why would
he be jealous?
She was narcissistic.
"I don't know." After thinking, she could only look at Horace and say honestly, "Why are you angry?"
Looking at the confused expression of the lady in front of him, Horace's eyes flashed with anger.
Next moment, he grabbed Clara's chin, pulled her little face closer to him, and said in a low voice,
"Clara, you really don't understand, or you are acting stupid with me?"
Clara didn't expect that Horace would suddenly do this. She was indeed a little scared. Looking at the
handsome face draw near to her, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Since Horace and her little face were so close this time, he could certainly notice the fear and panic
flashed in her eyes.
In an instant, he calmed down as if a bucket of cold water was splashed over him.
Looking at the flustered little woman in front of him, he loosened his hand and finally let go of her.
"I'm sorry." He sat up straight in the wheelchair again, "I lost my temper just now."
"It's okay." Clara also felt that today's Horace seemed a little strange, but she only knew that he was
still angry. So, she didn't think about it.
Horace looked at Clara, her eyes squinted slightly.
When will this stupid woman realize that, his affection to her has become much more than the affection
for a man and a wife?
Horace was not a man with a rich experience in terms of relationships. He had always been in an
advantage position over girls. He had never really pursued a girl. And this time, he didn't know how to
express his feelings.
Looking at her pale face and the wound on her arm, he could only suppress the irritability and anger in
his heart. His tone returned to calm, "Clara, why did you save Darren?"
Although this little lady didn't understand his mind, there were something he had to figure out.
Clara didn't expect Horace to suddenly ask this. She was stunned for a moment before she said, "I
didn't think so much at the time. I just wanted to stop that thug. I didn't expect that he had been out of
control and would even attack me."
Horace's eyes narrowed, but he still didn't say anything.
"However, fortunately, I save Darren this time." Clara seemed to suddenly think of something, and her
eyes flickered, "At least, I feel that I don't owe him anything anymore."
Horace then fixed his eyes on Clara, "You owe him?"
"Yeah." Clara nodded, "When I was at collage, tuition was actually quite budget. I've been applying for
scholarships and part-time jobs. And Darren has helped me a lot secretly."
She was brought up by Helena alone. Helena has always been in poor health. Especially when she
was in college, she could hardly support her tuition and living expenses.
Therefore, she had always applied for scholarships and also had taken part in work-study programs.
But after all, University of Zhanard was also full of talents. Opportunities for part-time jobs and
scholarships were not so easy to get.
For some reason, although her grades were not very good, she could always get the first-class
scholarship. Moreover, she could "coincidentally" find convenient and lucrative part-time jobs every
time.
At the beginning, she would feel that it was God blessing her. But after knowing that Darren is the
young master of the Kirkland family, she realized that it should be Darren who helped her secretly.
Clara didn't like to owe favor to people, especially at this moment that she and Darren have such an
awkward relationship.
Therefore, this favor could be considered as a payback once for all.
From now on, no matter what she owed him when she was young, or what he had done to hurt her
now, it had been even. They didn't owe anything to each other anymore.