NovelStartChapter 1293 Heart-wrenching Pain "Yes, everyone is very concerned about this issue!" Daphne's lips curved slightly upward, her calm demeanor tinged with a hint of shyness. "| think it's better to ask Dr. Watson about this matter, but he's been very busy lately. | hope everyone won't disturb him and give us sspace." After saying this, she returned the microphone and squeezed her way out of the crowd of reporters. Her words were loaded with information! Tristan's cold gaze fell upon her retreating figure. He couldn't quite understand - if Rowan didn't love Claire, why did he start a relationship with her? Did Rowan really love Claire or not? Tristan's hands, resting on his knees, tightened slightly, as a hidden anger welled up in his heart. But no matter how he looked at Daphne, he didn't think she was a good person. Having been in the workplace for so many years, Tristan had becquite adept at judging people.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGradually, the traffic cleared and the Maybach slowly moved forward, leaving the hospital and heading to the club. Inside the car, Tristan took out his phone and opened Claire's chat box again, staring at her familiar profile picture for a long time...
He was reluctant to disturb her but was also worried about her condition. His mind was filled with thoughts of her. In the end, despite his inner struggle, Tristan chose to remain silent. He didn't want to hurt Claire's self-esteem. Being cheated on, no one would feel good about it. Tristan felt sorry for her, so he was also unhappy, his mood gloomy throughout the day.
Every hour, he would pick up his phone countless times, checking her updates to see if she would post anything about her feelings.
However, she didn't post anything.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn a bedroom on the second floor of Russell's Villa, Claire, who hadn't eaten lunch, sat on the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest. Her gaze was empty as she looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun, not feeling hungry at all. Her eyes were devoid of tears, appearing calm, but it was as if she had suffered a heavy blow, her mental state particularly poor.
Her phone was clasped in her hand, always holding it, but no calls cin... She was waiting, expecting. She had deleted Rowan from her Facebook, and he hadn't added her back. Had her first love ended just like that? Claire, who once had infinite longing for love, felt unbearably miserable in her heart. How could the man she adored with all her heart and soul betray her? She wanted to trust him, give him a chance to explain, but he didn't look for her...
And Claire, with her ist's mind, couldn't guess why Daphne had spent the night at his place, because no matter how she tried to explain it, it was unreasonable and self-deceiving. Having spent the night meant she had spent the night. Thinking too much only gave her a headache.
"Miss." The door was knocked on, and the maid Holly's voice cin. "It's tfor dinner. Can you eat something?" Claire pulled herself together and replied, "Okay, I'll be right there!" Anyway, no matter what happened, she couldn't abuse herself, and she wouldn't let her family worry.
At this time, downstairs, Violet paced back and forth, puzzled. "Is Claire in a bad mood today? She didn't even eat lunch." Albert had just returned and replied, "Is she sick? Is something bothering her?" "It shouldn't be. She was fine this morning, lively as a rabbit." At that moment, a car stopped in the courtyard. Mya and Finnley got out together, hand in hand, walking toward the living room.
They had also seen the news earlier and were worried about Claire's situation, so they had chome.
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