Become the Wife of A CEO

It was dead silence at first.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

“Clara, I never knew you are this funny! Do you really think you are his wife?”

Clara looked at them and smiled, but she was relieved because they did not take her words seriously, which was exactly what she wanted.

It was better to joke about it than to deny it.

Relieved as she was, she still needed to pretend to be unhappy about it, “Why don’t you believe me? Am I not worthy of him?”

“You are a wonderful woman, Clara.” Sarah was already laughing into tears. “But he is a Kirkland! He is basically from another planet. How could he be involved with people like us?”

Clara pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

Indeed.

Rationally speaking, Horace and she were really people from different worlds, but they had become the most intimate ones.

Just like the ring that he was wearing. It was not his match, but he was wearing it anyway, right?

Thinking of this, Clara felt better and knocked Sarah on the head, “OK, little fan girl, it’s time to go to work.”

“But I’ve finished the revision. I am waiting for the printing version now. What else can I do?”

There was no work to do today, so Clara sat down and began to check her Twitter updates.

But as soon as she clicked open Twitter, she saw a trending hashtag: #HoraceKirklandRing.

What happened to these people? How come this had gone viral?

But Clara was curious. She checked and clicked in, then she saw a lot of fans’ retweets and comments.

[Horace is such a man in a million! He is my only love now!]

[Who is this Mrs. Kirkland? Come out and let’s have a fair fight!]

[I just want to say that the type of this ring is XXX, and I bought the same one with him! This ring will definitely sell out!]

Clara checked all those people’s craziness with mixed feelings, but when her eyes fell on someone’s tweet, she was suddenly stunned.

[Kirkland loves his wife so much now. However, nobody knows about his dark past. I wonder what his ex-girlfriend would say to this when she sees his acting up there in heaven?]

Ex-girlfriend? deceased?

Clara immediately clicked to see who sent it. But before she could see the name of the user, the message was deleted.

Clara felt puzzled. Before she could have a second thought, her mobile phone buzzed.

It was a message from Horace.

Clara was stunned for a moment then she clicked in to read it.

“I’ll come back home at six this evening and we’ll have dinner together.”

Clara couldn’t explain why when she saw his message, she just could not stop smiling.

She even forgot the embarrassment before Horace left. She was just looking forward to coming home. Finally, she did not have to be alone.

It was not easy for her to wait till off time. Clara took her bag and called a taxi.

Back in the villa, she pushed the door in. Clara saw a familiar figure sitting in a wheelchair.

She suddenly had a fulfilled feeling in her heart.

“Hi, Horace.” She took off her shoes, went into the living room, and greeted him. Horace turned his head.

It was still that same handsome face. She had seen it on the computer screen in the morning. Now as she was looking at him in real life, she found it unrealistic.

On his side, Horace felt relieved when he saw Clara.

He sent her a message earlier but she didn’t reply. He thought she still didn’t want to have dinner with him because of what happened that night.

“I see you’re back.” Although his heart was joyful, Horace still kept that cold look on his face “Martha has made dinner. Would you like to join me?”

Although she was a little bit excited when getting his message, as she saw him in real person now, she still thought of that unhappy moment before he left. She was a little embarrassed. “Yes,” she said and walked with Horace to the dining room.

Martha and Donald were both very discerning. Knowing that they have not been seeing each other for many days, they left immediately after serving the dishes.

It was very silent in the dining room. No one spoke and the only sound was the clinking of the tableware.

“Horace,” finally, Clara couldn’t stand such silence and took the initiative to start the conversation, “About that night…”

“Sorry.”

As Clara was still hesitating about how to mention that incident, Horace stopped her sentences with one single word.

“Excuse me?” Clara didn’t understand.

Horace was apologizing?

“That night was my fault.” Horace had finished his meal, so he gracefully picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth, and whispered.

Hearing Horace’s apology, Clara felt relieved but also a bit guilty. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you either. It was me who left the family gathering first. I will apologize to your grandfather whenever he has time.”

Clara actually thought a lot about that night these days.

Her act of leaving the dinner was indeed very rude, especially in front of Horace’s grandfather.

As for Darren, although Horace’s investigations on her were very uncomfortable for her to know, he was right about one thing: he could never marry a woman of unknown origin.

As for his reactions that night…

As she remembered his strong body and mesmerizing scent, her face turned and blushed all of a sudden.

Clara had always known that since they were legally married husband and wife, theoretically, sexual engagement was natural.

But she just couldn’t do that. Horace, because of her resistance, eventually stopped. She had no reason to be angry.

Hearing Clara’s apology, Horace smiled and decided to stop talking about this. He just asked, “Clara, don’t you have anything to ask me?”

Clara was stunned and then she remembered one thing.

Indeed, a few days ago that night, in addition to that incident with Horace, a lot of things happened.

Clara looked at the man in front of her. She had too many questions to ask, but she just did not know how to start. Finally, she spoke out her biggest confusion, “What happened to your legs?”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

That night, she saw Horace stand up in front of her. He was not disabled.

“As you can see.” Horace seemed not surprised about her question, “I am not a cripple.”

“Then why are you always in that wheelchair?”

“There are many reasons for this.” Horace answered briefly, “But remember, you can’t tell anyone about this.”

Clara was awestruck.

Of course, she knew that Horace had made great efforts to disguise himself as a disabled man, and he had his reasons. She didn’t understand it but she respected him, so she nodded and promised to keep it a secret.

Horace glanced at Clara. He was satisfied with her understanding. Then all of a sudden, his black eyes darkened and he whispered to her, “what else do you want to ask me besides this?”

He paused and added, “Or, do you have anything to confess about yourself?”

Clara shuddered.