NovelStartChapter 1202 Pestered by Anti-fans Daphne felt disappointed. Holding the file, she turned away. Even though Claire wasn't in the hospital now, she seemed to impact Rowan's mood.
The evening came. The setting sun looked magnificent.
Saskia and Claire went to the living room. They enjoyed all kinds of desserts in the living room. Saskia had stopped crying.
Although her eyes were reddened and swollen, she looked spirited.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire's persuasions worked well.
Saskia's mother was extremely kind to Claire and didn't stop thanking her.
After enjoying the high tea, Claire bid the Holts farewell. Saskia walked her out of the yard. "Don't worry, Claire. I'll live on. No matter what happens, life goes on. | won't do any stupid things again." "I'm glad you think so." Claire hugged her cheerfully. "Let go of Parker Stone. You'll meet your Mr. Right eventually." "Please send my gratitude to Dr. Watson." Saskia was enlightened suddenly. "He's your friend. You can meet him often." "Not really. He's a doctor. I'll only see him when I'm sick." Claire answered leisurely, "It's OK. When | meet him again, | will thank him." "Remember to invite him for dinner. On me." Claire hailed a taxi to leave. After her car hit Rowan's, Rowan drove it to the service shop before it was sent back to Russell's Residence.
"Can you dropoff at the intersection ahead, please?" Claire said to the driver and wanted to go to a bookstore.
She went to the bookstore last time, but the book she wanted to buy had been sold out. It was written by her friend, so she wanted to keep it for collection. In the future, she would ask her friend for an autograph.
The taxi was pulled over shortly after. Claire paid the fare and get off.
She walked under the beautiful sunlight. Before entering the bookstore, a maniac fan rushed toward her and blocked her way.
Claire was frightened.
"Claire, let's have dinner together!" The man's eyes lit up.
"Who are you?" Claire feared as she didn't know him, but he knew her name.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It's me. Earl Woods. We followed each other on Facebook a month ago. I'm your fanboy." The man was in his thirties with a round face and a chubby figure. His joyful face approached Claire. "I've never posted my selfies on Facebook, so you don't have any impression of me. It's alright." His breath stank. Claire instinctively flinched. She had an impression of him. Earl always harassed her with the excuse of discussing the plots and liked her chapters. If she ignored him, he would give her negative comments.
Looking awkward, Claire said, "I'm sorry. I'm here to buy a book." "Let's go. It's dinnertime." Earl grabbed her arm. "My uncle runs a restaurant over there. Let's have dinner together. It's on me." He gripped her tightly to avoid her escaping.
"No. Thanks. No..." Claire struggled. "I'm not hungry." She didn't want to be pestered in public. "Let go of me! I'm busy." Claire panicked.
"Let's go to the restaurant and talk. | asked you out many times, but you refused. Finally, | met you today. | won't let you go." Earl tried hard to drag her. "Claire, | like you very much." "Let go of me!" Claire was frightened by him. "Let go! Help! Help!" "Cwith me, Claire!" "Help!" Claire tried hard to struggle. "Let go of me!" The onlookers didn't know what was happening, dodging aside.
Nearby the bookstore, Tristan was about to sit in his car. Upon hearing the voices, he turned around and saw the scene. Frowning, he tossed the bag into his car and ran towards them quickly.
While Claire was struggling against Earl, Tristan grabbed his collar and threw a punch at his face.
"Argh!" Earl was bounced away, falling to the ground.
Meanwhile, Claire was tossed away by him. Tristan spun and wrapped her waist with his arms. She bumped into his firm, warm chest.
After Claire kept her balance, Tristan let go of her, rushed to Earl, and beat him up. Each punch was full of anger.
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