Female Novel
Chapter 1295 Rowan Arrives
Chapter 1295 Rowan Arrives
At that moment, the silent Albert sighed and asked discontentedly, "Claire, didn't he give you a
reasonable explanation? It's been a whole day."
Claire's nose tingled, having waited for half a day without receiving his call or seeing him re-add her on
Facebook. She didn't know how he treated their relationship. Later, she turned off her phone, and he
seemed to have disappeared completely.
"Claire?" As her brother, Finnley felt distressed seeing her like this. He reached out and held her
shoulder, speaking softly, "Even if you want to break up, you should know what's going on. Maybe it's
just a misunderstanding? What do you think?"
Claire looked up with a wronged heart, "Misunderstanding?" The thought of those photos stabbed her
heart again, "Have you seen the pictures? Were they just photoshopped? Isn't it a fact that Daphne
stayed overnight at his house?"
The girl took a deep breath, feeling heartbroken.
Finnley's brows furrowed slightly as he analyzed the situation rationally, "But I don't think he's that kind
of person. If he liked Daphne, why would he be with you? He could have rejected you."
"Typical scum. What man doesn't want to have more than one woman?" Claire huffed, put down her
fork, and stood up, "Isn't that the dream of all you men?"
As Finnley was speechless and Claire was about to leave, Holly appeared at the entrance of the dining
room, reporting with slight excitement, "Dr. Watson is here."
In the brightly lit dining room, everyone turned their gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the
car park and the headlights go out. novelbin
Claire's heart tightened as she quickly ran to the living room, then hurriedly went upstairs. Her mind
was in a fog, angry, wronged, and even more heartbroken.
She feared Rowan would say to her, "I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry, Claire."
The Russells put down their utensils and stood up, heading to the living room. They were as concerned
and worried as if there were problems in the marriage of their younger generation.
They stood at the entrance of the living room, watching Rowan get out of the driver's seat, close the car
door, and walk towards them.
In the evening breeze and under the night sky, Rowan's figure appeared somewhat frail.
Claire stood by the window of the upstairs bedroom, staring at his figure, her vision blurred by tears.
Rowan had been busy until now, not even having time for dinner, and came here as soon as he left the
hospital.
As he walked, he saw a crowd at the entrance of the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Russel were there, as
well as Finnley and Mya. Even the servants were present, but there was no sign of Claire.
As he got closer, everyone could see the subtle expressions on Rowan's face. Violet's mood calmed
down a bit; he seemed to have come to apologize and make peace.
" Mr. and Mrs. Russel." Rowan stopped at the entrance of the living room, well aware that everyone
must have seen the news, "Where is Claire? Her phone is off, and I can't reach her."
Rowan's attitude was sincere, and his handsome face showed a trace of fatigue.
Violet suddenly felt sympathy, understanding the demands of a doctor's profession. But the news,
especially the photos, had indeed angered her. So, she asked coldly, "Tell me, did that woman stay at
your house last night?"
Rowan couldn't lie, "Yes."
Everyone's chests tightened, and Violet's face fell.
But he explained, "I did ask her to leave and closed the door. I didn't expect her to go upstairs and stay
in the guest room for the night. I didn't allow it, but I am responsible."
The explanation was true, but it seemed weak and powerless. Rowan had been regretting and blaming
himself.
As expected, Albert asked, "Why did you take her home in the first place?"