NovelStartChapter 1196 Suicide Finnley furrowed his eyebrows as he also disliked his parents’ ways of thinking. However, he could understand them. They considered things for Claire's own good.
Evidently, Claire felt too awkward. She looked as if sitting on a spiked rug during dinner. She was a author. Unlike the ordinary ones, she looked upon feelings and her intuition more instead of balancing between two men.
Finnley looked at her and asked, "Which one do you like, Claire?" Finally, someone cared about her feelings, and Claire breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at Finnley and Mya, who were staring at her for her answer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Tristan is nice," Claire answered, "But I've never thought of dating him. | have a crush on Rowan. He has helpedseveral times.
| often feel he's responsible and trustworthy." Talking about helping her, she thought about Tristan, who covered her and let her escape under the policemen's noses in New York.
It was also a unique experience in her life.
Mya studied her, thinking she should find it difficult to make a choice.
"Claire, you also like Tristan, right?" she asked, "They both are outstanding and treat you nicely." Claire didn't answer her immediately. She was sure she liked Rowan but also didn't dislike Tristan. She had promised Tristan she would consider his confession.
Mya added, "Well, I'll have a suggestion." "What is it?" Mya answered, "You can travel to a place with beautiful views. While enjoying it, you can take a photo and see who will be the first one you want to share the photo with. Then that man is the one you like truly." Claire was impressed as she had never known such a method, wondering if it was accurate.
Mya's suggestion was agreed upon by the Russell couple.
Finnley also thought it made sense. "It works, Claire. You can work on your laptop everywhere. Why don't you go on a trip?" Claire listened to them but didn't take the suggestion to her heart. The topic of her love life ended as Violet had said whatever she wanted.
Mya's belly had bulged slightly. Her pregnancy was evident.
"Mya, drink more soup. It's good for your amniotic fluid." Violet filled a bow of soup and passed it to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMya took it over and said, "Thank you, Mom." Finnley stroked her hair dotingly and said, "Dad, Mom, she pays attention to her diets nowadays. Her weight increases every day.
She's been good." "If this goes on, | will be too fat when the baby is born," Mya grumbled. However, she didn't care about gaining weight as long as it benefited her baby.
"It's all right. I'll still love you." Finnley loved her more and more.
The sun had set, and the night was out. Moon rose in the sky.
The dining room was filled with laughter. What a harmonious scene! Claire was sleepless that night, tossing about on her bed while lost in thought.
Tristan's eyes staring at her flashed through her mind. She could tell his reluctance and disappointment. His words reechoed in her ears.
Claire felt too depressed, thinking she couldn't accept his love as it was too much.
The following morning, she packed a small suitcase and put her laptop in. She planned to go on a trip.
Before Claire left, her phone rang. She pulled out, checked the caller ID, and answered in confusion, "Hello, Mrs. Holt?" "Saskia is missing, Claire. She left a suicide note and disappeared. Can you call her?" Saskia's mother was too anxious. "She will commit suicide. She wants to die. Boohoo..." Claire's heart sank.
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