NovelStartChapter 1299 This Night The smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression turned a bit solemn. Claire could feel his exhaustion; he must have been really tired today. His fatigue made her feel heartache, and she loved him even more, this angel who saved humanity. Her love for him was filled with admiration and adoration.
Yet, as his girlfriend, she really cared about what had happened last night. Her anger cfrom jealousy. To truly let go of these matters might take stime... After all, she was a perfectionist, stubborn and serious about love. However, she would try her best to adjust and not affect his mood or work. After all, she had fallen in love with a doctor. Sthings were her responsibility to bear.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnder the night sky, Rowan drove home. After explaining everything to Claire, the weight in his heart was lifted. But today had been exhausting, and as he sat in the driver's seat gripping the steering wheel, an unprecedented wave of fatigue enveloped him.
Work had not gone smoothly, and there were always unexpected situations. After each surgery, he had to cup with a follow-up treatment plan and hold different meetings for different patients. The hospital was just getting started, and many patients cto see him specifically. So even though there were other doctors in the hospital, Rowan was always busy.
As they were about to reach home, he felt his head grow heavy, and the streetlights in front of him began to blur. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Rowan furrowed his brows and steadied himself. The car quickly entered the yard, and he pressed the brakes. With his head bowed and his grip on the steering wheel, his breathing suddenly becrestricted. It took him a while to recover.
When Rowan opened his eyes again, his vision returned to normal. He got out of the car, went into the house, and headed straight to the bedroom, collapsing into bed exhausted. Today had been so tiring... His body felt completely drained.
On the snight, Claire sat on the bedroom sofa with a headband, a facial mask, and her laptop. She was writing a , her fingers constantly tapping the keyboard. Her focus wasn't great, but it was better than during the day. She wrote about a topic related to trust in her and expressed her own views, hoping to resonate with her readers.
Under the night sky of Arkpool City, the lights were dazzling, and the whole city was bustling. Daphne stood by the window of the house Rowan had rented for her, holding a wine glass. She looked at the myriad lights and couldn't help but take out her phone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe news had cooled down by evening, and it had already been taken off the trending topics on Twitter. However, she had saved a few photos on her phone. Sipping her red wine, she flipped through the photos, gradually accepting the fact that she had been fired.
Daphne thought Claire must be feeling bad too, right? After all, they had just gotten together, and their relationship was still unstable when this happened. Writers were emotionally sensitive, always striving for perfection. With a slight smile, she drained her wine glass, and her heart felt more at ease. If she couldn't have it, neither could Claire.
Tristan was also having a sleepless night. He hadn't worked overtand had returned hearly. He read for a while to calm his emotions. After dinner, he took a bath and now stood on the balcony in his bathrobe, admiring the moon alone. He was worried about Claire's current state. However, even now, after checking her Instagram hundreds of times, he hadn't seen her post any updates. Because of his concern, his grip on the railing tightened involuntarily. Tristan took a deep breath; tonight's wind could ripple the river and scatter the flowers, but it could not blow away the sorrow in his heart.
If he could, he wished to stand in front of her and give her the purest hug.
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