NovelStartChapter 1179 Slipped Under Rowan's nose "Claire, let's go after the cake." Tristan's gentle eyes fell on the girl, and it seemed that he was saying this in front of Rowan on purpose.
As expected, Rowan looked up at Claire.
"Didn't you say noon? Are we leaving now?" Claire ate the cake, blinking her eyes.
Tristan told her, "We need to make spreparations." So what were they going to do? Rowan ctoo late, he only heard the end of the story.
"Aunt Violet, how does the porridge taste? Do you like it?" Tristan's voice was gentle. He addressed Violet as Aunt Violet naturally, smiling.
Rowan called her Mrs. Russell.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRowan thought Tristan was too scheming! "It's delicious." Violet nodded, smiling admiringly, "I haven't had such delicious porridge for a long time." Violet said, "Thank you, by the way, what's your name?" "My nis Tristan, and I'm Mr. Clarke's special assistant." "Special Assistant, so is my son Finnley!" Violet seemed to have found a topic, "Then you're also busy at work, right?" "Kind of." Tristan's voice was soft.
"You must be brilliant to get in touch with the core figures of the group," Violet said approvingly.
Tristan was smiling. He remained humble, "I am still learning." Rowan also felt Violet's high recognition for Tristan, but what about Claire? She was eating cake, without obvious intentions. But she was going out with Tristan later. That was not a good idea.
Rowan couldn't find a suitable reason to make her stay.
"By the way, Mr. Watson." Claire, who was eating the cake, suddenly cto Rowan, "please take care of Aunt Violet for me. I'll be back soon, you can callif there is anything." "Sure." So he could call.
Rowan seemed to have found a breakthrough.
He smiled and didn't leave. He connected the tester to Violet's hand. No one could understand the data on the dashboard.
After a while, Violet finished his porridge.
Tristan took the bowl and put it down.
Claire also had half of the cake, "Aunt Violet, then see you later?" She wiped her mouth with a tissue.
There was still cream on the tip of her nose. Tristan reached out and wiped it off under Rowan's gaze, "Kitten." Claire instinctively took a step back, feeling awkward, especially with Violet around.
Violet could see that Tristan liked Claire.
"Go." Violet couldn't refuse, after all, it was agreed last night.
So Claire and Tristan walked together under Rowan's nose. Rowan was in a bad mood, so he put away the tester and wrote down the time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mrs. Russel, where are they going?" "I don't know. Tristan asked Claire for help. He called last night." Rowan cback to his senses, "Your body is recovering very well, callif you need anything." "Alright." At this time, Ivan took Joan to the hospital.
After staying in prison for a long time, she was a little uncomfortable seeing people. She seemed a little timid, a little at a loss, but her eyes were full of longing.
Ivan's aura was cold, his hands were in his pockets, and his eyes were as deep as the galaxy. No one can see any trace of emotion.
In the elevator, Joan was far away from him, not even daring to breathe. She felt that his eyes were capable of killing.
Of course, Joan knew Ivan's hatred for her.
Stepping out of the elevator, she followed him toward the suite where her son was... She was looking forward to it, but also a little nervous.
At Charity Medical Center's quietest patient room.
Eason was sitting on the sofa. Jennifer was squatting in front of him, tying his shoelaces.
"Sister, where is my mother?" Eason can already his thoughts fluently, he said, "lI want to see my mother."
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