NovelStartChapter 1205 Life’s Playscript Gazing at the number, Rowan was puzzled, wondering why suddenly she replied to it.
In Clarke Villa, the light in Tristan's room was still on.
Zack bypassed his room and stood at his door for a long time, wondering why Tristan hadn't gone to bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZack knocked on the door gently.
"Enter, please." Tristan turned around while standing before the window.
His father in pajamas entered. "Why are you still up, Tristan? What's eating you?" Zack didn't think he was bothered by work as everything went well in the company.
While approaching him, Zack seemed to learn something from his expression. "How's it going between you and the girl?" Tristan withdrew his gaze and peered out of the window. "Probably... we don't have the fate to fall in love," he answered thoughtfully. Although he refused to listen to Claire, his hunch told him the answer.
Zack felt sorry for his son. Tristan was an outstanding man and deserved to be loved.
Silence blanketed the room for a short moment.
Love is the most hurtful thing.
"Son." Zack put his hand on Zack's shoulder and tried to console him, "Do you believe a saying? One has read his life's playscript in Heaven." Zack stared at the moon outside the window. "We've chosen our current play scripts because we've seen something worth picking it. You didn't choose your life playscript for this girl. Probably, you did it for me." Tristan smiled at him, still feeling disappointed. This was the first the truly had a crush on a girl without any purpose.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhenever thinking of Claire, he was joyful and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
"You are correct, Dad." Tristan was rational. "I've chosen my life playscript. Each playscript has flaws. | can't wish everything could work perfectly for me." Zack nodded. "Exactly." However, Tristan needed tand effort to calmly accept things happening in his life.
"I liked her at the first sight," Tristan said, "Whenever | think of her, my heart is full of joy." "Why don't you pursue her?" Zack encouraged him. "You can invite her for dinner and send her gifts. Try to move her with your sincerity and faith." Tristan had thought of it before but was afraid those movements would scare Claire away. Claire was different than ordinary girls.
She looked upon the feelings as a author, and she was sensational.
The night was deep.
The following morning, before Claire got up, Finnley dropped Mya at the house with a suitcase full of her clothes. Earlier, Violet had received a call from them, so she informed the chef to prepare a nutritious breakfast for Mya.
"Where is Claire, Mom? Has she gone on a trip?" "Not yet. She spent a whole day with her bestie yesterday. Still sleeping in." Violet stroked Mya's hair with a loving smile. "I'll wake her up." "No, Mom. I'll do it." Mya held her hand. "I'll stay here for a few days. Look. I've brought my clothes here." "That's great!" Violet was happy. "You should have moved here long ago. | just didn't know how to bring the topic up." Mya beamed at her. Violet added, "| was afraid you and Finnley enjoyed your private hours together. I'll take better care of you if you stay here during the pregnancy. Tellwhat you want to eat or if you need anything." "Thank you, Mom." Mya thought Violet was the best mother-in-law as Violet treated her as her biological daughter. Sometimes, she nagged about Finnley, although he had done a good job to look after Mya.
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