Become the Wife of A CEO

Clara was stunned. The little girl?

Horace’s face also changed slightly. “What clue?”

“It’s a photo taken around the place where the accident happened, shall I’ll send it to you?”

“Okay.”

After the call, Horace resumed ordering food. Clara couldn’t resist her curiosity and asked, “Who is the little girl that Isaac said?

Horace glanced at Clara.

If it was someone else asking this kind of question, he would feel annoyed, because he never liked others to ask about his personal things. But he was glad that Clara asked.

She finally had some interest in him.

“A girl saved me when I was kidnapped.” Horace didn’t want to hide it. “I’ve been looking for her. I want to thank her.”

Kidnapping?

Clara was stunned.

The kidnapping because of which people thought Horace had become crippled?

Clara was a little curious, but she knew that the kidnapping must be the same to Horace as what happened two years ago to her. It must be a nightmare. So, she didn’t ask more.

Horace ordered the takeout, and half an hour later, the doorbell rang.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Clara opened the door, and saw the delivery man standing at the door nervously, “Did you order the pizza?”

Clara looked at the box in his hand and was stunned.

Horace ordered pizza?

“Yes.” The delivery man obviously had never delivered takeaway to such a rich area. That was the reason why he was so nervous, Clara quickly took it and signed, “Thank you.”

Walking into the room with a pizza, Clara couldn’t help asking, “Horace, do you like pizza?” Horace was stunned when he saw the box in her hand, “The shop is a pizzeria?”

“Yeah, or what do you think?” Horace furrowed his brows and turned his laptop to Clara, “It is called Italian Mood, I ordered the ‘Italian flavors’ meal, I thought it was a whole set of Italian dishes.”

Clara was dumbfounded.

How naïve these rich people could be! He took the name of the restaurant and the name of the dish seriously.

“Most of these deliveries are pizza, Italian pizza.” Clara put the pizza on the table, “Have you ever tried pizza?”

“I tried grilled pizza in Europe.” Horace looked down, “I haven’t really tried pizza in a cardboard box.”

“Take it as an experience then.” Clara pulled off a piece of pizza and handed it to Horace with a grin.

Horace reached for the pizza and took a bite, frowning slightly, “It tastes different from what I’ve eaten before.

Clara was a little amused, “It’s not bad to eat like this once in a while.” As she spoke, she pulled a piece of herself and shoved it into her mouth.

In fact, compared to the exquisite dishes that Martha prepared every day, such simple and casual food fit her taste more.

She remembered that when she was in college, there was a snack street behind the University of Zhanard, where she and Darren always bought junk food, although not healthy, they enjoyed them.

Watching the woman in front of her eat the pizza with a bright smile on her face, Horace was in a trance for a moment. He suddenly found that he probably didn’t know enough about Clara.

Isaac arrived while Clara and Horace were eating the pizza. He was surprised when he saw the pizza.

He knew how picky Horace was on food, yet Horace was eating pizza now?

Isaac repressed his shock and he handed the envelope in his hand to Horace and said respectfully, “Mr. Kirkland, this is the photo I found.”

Clara thought, holding the pizza, maybe she should leave them alone for a moment. Yet Horace opened the envelope in front of her and took out the photo.

Horace frowned, it was too blurry.

It was taken randomly by a visitor. The mean object was the willows beside the lake, but in the corner, people could vaguely see a girl in a red dress, although her face was not clear.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirkland, someone took the photo, it was just a coincidence.” Isaac apologized, “But this girl appeared at the time and was dressed in line with the person you are looking for.”

Horace picked up the picture, thoughtful. Clara couldn’t help but look at it with curiosity.

The girl in the photo, although her face was clear, should be about fifteen years old from her appearance. Her red dress was very unique.

Clara suddenly furrowed her brows and blurted out, “This dress…”

Horace raised an eyebrow, “You know this dress?”

“It looks familiar.” Clara bit her lip and suddenly remembered, “Oh, it seems to be the dress of the heroine of a cartoon when I was in junior high school. It was a Disney limited edition. All girls dreamed to have one.”

Isaac suddenly remembered something, “Yes, speaking of which, this girl you are looking for, Mr. Kirkland, should be about the same age as Mrs. Kirkland, right?”

Horace’s kidnapping happened ten years ago, and at that time, Clara was indeed about fifteen years old.

“Do you have this dress too?” Horace raised an eyebrow suddenly.

Clara laughed bitterly, “This dress is a limited edition, it cost thousands of dollars, how can I afford it?”

Horace put the photo back in the envelope, and said to Isaac, “Since it is a limited edition, if it is read, it should be much easier to find.”

Isaac nodded and left immediately.

Horace and Clara continued eating.

Not knowing if it was her delusion. She looked at him a few times, on purpose or by accident, and found traces of disappointment on his face.

Was he thinking about the kidnapping?

Because the Kirkland family insisted, the media didn’t reveal much of the details of the case. But since it would hurt his leg so badly, it should be a terrible kidnapping case.

Clara was looking at Horace’s handsome side face when she suddenly heard Horace speak. “How long are you going to look at me?”

Clara blushed. She quickly lowered her head, “I’m sorry.”

Horace chuckled softly but didn’t say anything more. He finished his pizza and asked Clara to go to the shower.

Clara finished the shower and wiped her hair. She came out but didn’t see Horace in the bedroom. He was on the balcony attached to the master bedroom, staring at something.