NovelStartChapter 1297 I'm Sorry, It's My Fault He said, "Claire, I've thought about coming to see you ten thousand times today, but patients kept having problems, | finished two surgeries and took three emergency cases, and only just now was able to get away." His tone also revealed exhaustion.
The kind-hearted Claire, upon hearing this, immediately felt heartache for him and even forgot how she had endured the day.
Leaning against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, Claire's hardened heart melted. She reached out and held the shirt at his waist, feeling a pain like a needle prick inside her heart.
"Last night..." Claire tried to remain calm, not wanting to be unreasonable with him, "Did Daphne really stay overnight at your house?" Claire was a ist, and she knew that misunderstandings had to be cleared up as soon as possible. Sometimes a little stubbornness could cost a good relationship.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe loved him and didn't want to miss a good match if there were no principled mistakes.
She loved the most honest communication between people, simple and effective.
Rowan tightened his arm around her, holding her close, feeling her sadness and grievance.
"She followedhin her own car, and in the yard, she said she wanted to talk, so | let her into the living room." Claire didn't interrupt him, even though she was sad and her eyes were filled with tears, she still calmly listened.
But the fact that Daphne stayed overnight was true.
Rowan said, "I made it clear to her that there was no possibility between us, and then | went upstairs first and told her to close the door when she left. | really didn't want to see her for even a second." Claire was surprised and looked up at him from his embrace.
Rowan held her shoulders and sincerely said to her, "I really didn't expect her to sneak upstairs and spend the night in the guest room, and even bring a reporter along." It sounded unbelievable, but... what was Daphne's purpose in doing this? If Rowan didn't like her, wouldn't this just make her more annoying? "Claire." Rowan's deep voice fell on her head as he gently pressed his chin against her soft hair, carrying his sincerest apology, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, please forgive me." Claire's defenses broke, and the sour tears swirled in her eyes, of course she would believe him.
"So..." Her fingers clutching his shirt at the waist, the girl pouted, "How do you plan to deal with her? You still have to see each other often." "I've already fired her." Rowan hugged her tightly once more, speaking softly, "She won't appear in our sight ever again." His decision reassured Claire.
She put her arms around his waist and held him tightly, too. Though her eyes were filled with tears, the corners of her lips lifted, "You must be exhausted today, right? Were you so busy that you didn't even eat properly?" No.
Rowan hadn't had lunch or dinner.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut seeing her not angry anymore and willing to listen to his explanation, he felt like his heart was filled with honey.
"Claire, have you forgiven me?" Rowan exhaled in relief, gripping her shoulders once more.
Claire looked up from his embrace, staring into his deep eyes, "I believe in you, and | believe in my own judgment.” Rowan was touched.
The weight in his heart finally lifted, "Claire, promisethat whatever happens, we'll give each other a chance to explain, okay? Don't let the bad guys win." The girl nodded, her eyes filled with determination.
He held her hand tightly, their fingers interlocked.
Claire needed this reassurance too. Facing his sincere gaze, she led him outside, "I'll take you to eat, | haven't eaten either!" As they descended the stairs, the scene was harmonious, with the two walking hand in hand, side by side. A smile appeared on Claire's face.
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