NovelStartRowan seemed to be very familiar with this area. They walked against the wind, and neither of them spoke.
Outside the green belt were many cars, but the surroundings were quiet, they could hear each other's breathing.
There was a maple forest not far away. During the day, there were many visitors. They could hear the rustling of the leaves from a long distance away.
It is said that these leaves were red maple imported from abroad over 20 years ago.
The evening wind of late autumn blew towards them, which was a bit cold.
Rowan took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, without asking if she was cold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe girl turned her eyes, and under the soft streetlight, she once again bumped into his deep and soft gaze.
"Are not you cold?" Claire saw that there was only one shirt left on him, "You are a doctor, don't catch a cold, so many people need your help." As she said that, she was about to take off the coat and return it to him, when Rowan put his arms around her shoulders, "I'm not cold, just wear it." They continued to walk forward, under the moonlight and the street lamp, the autumn wind was rustling.
Claire felt warm in her heart, it was a wonderful feeling.
"Why do you like me?" Walking, Rowan asked her.
Claire blurted out, "lI am full of compassion, but | don't have the ability to save people." She turned her eyes and looked at him with admiration, "But you do." "Your works are spiritual salvation. | think your ability is stronger." "No, | still think the health of the body is the most important thing." They chatted and walked.
Pieces of maple fell with the wind, like dancing red butterflies, falling beautifully on their hair, shoulders, and palms.
Claire caught two leaves that fell with the wind, as happy as a child, "It's so beautiful!" Rowan looked at her. Seeing her happy face, he was also very happy.
He couldn't help holding her hand, and just when Claire was a little surprised, he clasped her fingers tightly again.
Turning their eyes while walking, their eyes converged again, and a warm current grew in the hearts of the two of them.
"Have you decided?" he asked.
"What?" She didn't quite understand what he meant.
"Have you decided to like me?" In such a mood, Rowan made it clear, "Is it a spur of the moment or a deliberation?" Why did he ask? What was he suspicious of? Claire looked at his handsprofile and followed him, not knowing what he was thinking for a moment.
Was it because of Tristan? "With me, you have to be tolerant enough." Rowan stopped, held her hand tightly, and stared seriously into her eyes, "Because | have a special profession." Claire looked up at him and heard him say, "Life is more important than anything, most of my twill belong to patients, are you ready?" The corners of the girl's lips rose involuntarily. She gently tiptoed and kissed his lips.
This surprised Rowan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe said, "lI answered you with actions too." The four eyes met, and tseemed to be still.
Rowan touched her cheek with his fingers, rubbed gently, and then gently hugged her into his arms.
Rowan happened to be seen by Violet when he drove Claire home.
"Whose car? Is Claire back? " She hurried to the door of the living room and saw Claire get out of the car and was waving at the person in the cab.
Soon, the car drove away.
Finnley recognized it, it was Rowan's car. He thought about it.
Claire walked into the yard and walked towards the living room. Her steps were brisk. She had a lingering smile on her lips, feeling as sweet as honey.
"Claire, who sent you back?" Violet caught her and asked, "How many hours did the meal take?"
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