Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1477: I'M Sorry, Claire

Chapter 1477: I'm Sorry, Claire

He held Claire in his arms, giving Rowan Watson a strong repelling glance.

"Claire..." Finally meeting the person he had missed day and night, Rowan Watson disregarded the

stares of others. He approached her, with only her in his eyes and heart.

Claire looked at his haggard face, able to see the stubble on his face from a distance. Bitterness welled

up in her heart, accompanied by a pang of pain deep within.

She gently removed her aunt's hand from her shoulder and also stepped towards Rowan Watson... like

a slow-motion scene in a movie, they walked towards each other.

"Rowan Watson..." Claire felt pained for him. With tears in her eyes, she took the initiative to rush into

his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

Rowan Watson also held her tightly in his embrace, his chin resting on her hair, as they shared a long-

awaited, passionate hug.

"I'm sorry." Rowan Watson was filled with self-reproach, his chest aching with each breath. "I'm sorry,

Claire, it was me who caused you suffering." He hugged her tightly as if trying to meld her into his body.

"No... it's not your fault." Claire's heart was filled with sourness. Raising her eyes from his embrace,

she asked tearfully, "Why have you become so haggard? You have grown a beard."

Rowan Watson looked deeply into her eyes, not even willing to blink.

This scene moved both Tristan and Monica, especially Monica, who couldn't help but tear up because

she knew what Rowan Watson had been through these days.

Especially that night in the ancient town, he had stood in the wind and rain all night...

But it failed to move the two elders of the Russell family, especially Violet.

She instinctively glanced at Tristan. The sense of security he exuded made him seem more reliable thenovelbin

more she looked at him.

Tristan was actually the first one to find Claire, which comforted Violet even more.

She thought this might be the arrangement of fate.

"Claire." Violet regained her composure and took a few steps forward, pulling Claire away from Rowan

Watson and hugging her shoulder again, "Come home with your aunt, let's take good care of our

health."

At this moment, Claire was in tears, her heart shattered, and Rowan Watson's feelings were incredibly

complex.

"Dr. Watson, please stay away from our Claire in the future!" Violet looked at him, speaking bluntly,

"Claire didn't die this time, we must learn our lesson and not make the same mistake again!"

Hearing these words, Rowan Watson was disheartened. He understood what the aunt meant, "Aunt,

I'm sorry, I love Claire, I can't stay away from her."

"Then find a way!" Violet was firm, not wanting to waste words with him. She looked at the girl, "Claire,

let's go, go home with your aunt!"

"Aunt..." Claire knew everyone was worried about her.

"Claire, let's talk about it when we get home." Albert interrupted the girl's words, pulling her to leave.

Violet turned her gaze to Tristan, her voice becoming incredibly gentle, "Tristan, thank you, I'll treat you

to a meal another day."

She said these words for Rowan Watson to hear. After saying this, Violet also stepped away, not even

glancing at Rowan Watson again.

Monica was puzzled, why thank Tristan?

And why invite him for a meal?? When she turned to look at Tristan, Tristan was also looking at her.

Tristan also looked confused.

Rowan Watson glanced at them, then turned and followed...

Downstairs, in a certain room.

Jack Adams took out a handwritten medical book from a cabinet and handed it to Jennifer. She

recognized her master's handwriting from the cover with just a glance.

"Where is my master?" This was Jennifer's most pressing concern right now. She was both hopeful and

afraid to know the answer.

Jack Adams looked steady, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "His mission is complete, he has gone to

heaven."

Jennifer's heart ached. Ivan Marsh put his arms around her shoulders, her mind began to wander.

"How did my master die? He was always in good health," Jennifer asked, wanting an answer, a vague

sense of foreboding in her heart.

Jack Adams didn't want to stir up more hatred, and also respected the wishes of his senior brother, so

he didn't reveal much.