Female Novel
Chapter 1170 Encouraging Her To Date Rowan
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. novelbin
Charity Medical Center. The white building shone under the sunlight.
In the ward, Violet asked Claire, "Why don't you invite Dr. Watson for dinner tonight, Claire? We must
thank him as immediately as possible for showing our sincerity. It's rude to delay it."
"It's a workday..." Claire wasn't as active as Violet expected.
"So what? He still needs to eat, right?" Violet smiled and prompted, "There are restaurants opposite the
hospital. I'm sure he can make time for it."
Claire didn't move.
"Hurry! Don't just stand there. Go ask him," Violet urged her. "He can completely cure my gastric
problem. We must appreciate his help. I'm a patient. You can't let me invite him, can you?"
Claire was in a dilemma. Although Violet's words made sense, she thought it was too abrupt to invite
him for dinner. She felt too awkward.
"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 him personally? I'll press the service button then."
"No, Aunt Violet, lie down. I'll go. I'll go." Claire hurriedly tucked her into the quilt. "I'll go to ask him
now."
"That's better," Violet smirked.
Therefore, Claire left the ward helplessly and walked to Rowan's office. At the door, she didn't see him
inside, thinking he was indeed fully packed.
When she turned away, she almost bumped into Rowan again.
Wearing a doctor's gown, Rowan looked like a saint. Staring at her calmly, he asked, "What's the
matter?"
The atmosphere was awkward, as his tone was aloof.
"Uh... Are you free this evening?" Claire raised her head, blinking. "I want to invite you for dinner."
Rowan didn't answer, gazing at her without blinking.
Claire didn't know what he 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
him.
"How about you?" Rowan asked.
His questions tightened her heart. They still looked into each other's eyes. Time seemed to pause.
Claire wondered what he meant.
Rowan withdrew his gaze. "Come to my office at 6 P. M." Then he bypassed her and entered his office
with sparing a glance at her. This time, he didn't ask her to move.
Claire was taken aback at the door for a long while. While heading back to the ward, she felt weird, her
mind jumbled. "What did he mean by saying those words just now? 'What about you?'" she muttered to
herself.
Claire was confused. Suddenly, she wondered if he had flirted with her.