Chapter 1170 Encouraging Her to Date Rowan Daphne was taken aback, her heart sinking.

"You even returned to ask me. How shameless!" Violet chuckled, looking at her up and down in disdain. "I misunderstood it, but why didn't you tell me the truth? You are NOT Dr. Watson's girlfriend.” Daphne felt embarrassed and didn't know how to explain, wishing to vanish immediately. After a few seconds, she turned away in dismay. The Clarke Group. An eye-catching and fashionable company logo hung on the skyscraper, emanating energy and loveliness.

The building was located in the prosperous downtown, and its French windows’ glasses were painted light brown.

The president's office.

Wearing a handmade shirt, Tristan stood upright before the window with his hands behind his back. He wasn't talkative, and he looked mature with a strong aura. Right then, he intensely stared at the white clouds in the sky.

Claire's naive face flashed through his mind. He faintly heard her crisp voice, sounding like a nightingale singing in a midnight dream.

A smile touched Tristan's lips. His eyes were filled with tenderness. Subconsciously, Claire had occupied his heart. She was straightforward and knew how to clearly express her love and hate, pretty different from other girls.

Tristan couldn't help wondering what she was doing.

Charity Medical Center. The white building shone under the sunlight.

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workday..." Claire wasn't

eat, right?" Violet smiled and prompted, “There are restaurants opposite the hospital. I'm sure he

Claire didn't move.

my gastric problem. We must appreciate his

"Hurry! Go! Go! Go! Don't just stand there dully.” Violet was anxious, sitting up on the bed. "Do you really need me to invite

down. I'll go. I'll go." Claire hurriedly tucked her into the quilt. "I'll go to

"That's better," Violet smirked.

the door, she didn't see him inside, thinking he was indeed

bumped into Rowan again. Wearing a doctor's gown, Rowan looked like a saint. Staring

was awkward, as

evening?" Claire raised her head, blinking. "I want to invite

didn't answer, gazing at her

was thinking but felt embarrassed. Her brain worked crazily fast. The next second, she explained, "My aunt seems to like you very much." She implied Violet asked her to invite

about you?"

still looked into each other's eyes. Time seemed

what he

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