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Chapter 1549 Tristan'S Specific Instructions
Chapter 1549 Tristan's specific instructions
Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica saw her father come out. She quickly got out of the car, but
before she could take two steps, she saw Algerone swiftly get in his car and drive away swiftly, as if not
wanting to see them.
"Hey..." Monica didn't even get a chance to speak before he was gone. She halted her steps, "How
could he leave?" Watching as the car drove off in the opposite direction.
Monica knitted her brow and sighed, then went back to the driver's seat. "Bye, you sleep early too!"
She smiled and waved at Tristan.
Tristan's eyes were deep and gentle. "Good night." He waved back at her as well.
Watching as the girl strode towards the living room.
Tristan saw her enter before starting the car again.
When Algerone Swain got home, the first thing he did after getting out of the car was to check on the
roses he had painstakingly transplanted over. He was worried they were too delicate to withstand the
cold weather and would wither away this winter.
That night, Rowan Watson stayed by Claire's side taking care of her, accompanying her.
Taking out his phone, he saw dozens of missed calls from Violet. He felt very guilty, and planned to callnovelbin
back tomorrow morning after Claire sobered up to let them know they were alright, so they wouldn't
worry.
There were also dozens of calls from Luyocca. In that distant country, they must have gone through a
lot of effort to try and find him. Even though he had changed his name and rarely made public
appearances.
"Don't leave me..." Lying in bed, Claire turned over and grabbed Rowan Watson's hand with eyes shut
tight and brows knitted, head a little splitting. In a daze she said, "Don't leave me, Rowan Watson, I
don't want to be apart from you..."
"I'm here, we're not splitting up." Rowan Watson sat down by the bed, leaned over and stroked her
forehead. Good thing she didn't have a fever. He said in her ear in a low voice, "I'm by your side,
Claire. I won't go anywhere. Be good and rest well."
"You're so busy every day, you have to take care of your health. I'll worry about you." Claire's stomach
felt very uncomfortable, but she lay on her side hugging his waist, still very concerned about him.
From her bones she admired and loved this man.
Rowan Watson's brows furrowed, his eyes full of tenderness. "Okay, I promise you." Then he gently
pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "Be good and sleep now. I'm not going anywhere."
He also tucked the blanket around her again, still tightly holding her hand. Rowan Watson stayed by
her side faithfully.
He didn't want to answer the calls from Luyocca, but he also knew this wasn't an issue that could be
resolved by not answering the phone.
Spending the night at Claire's bedside, Rowan Watson's thoughts drifted far away. He was very
troubled, to tell the truth he really felt mentally exhausted.
The moon set and the sun rose, a beautiful new day began.
The snow had stopped, the yard was covered in thick snowdrifts, everything bright and clear.
Tristan came downstairs to the kitchen where the servants were already busy cooking breakfast.
"Jane, you're making chicken soup?" Tristan smelled the fragrance.
"Good morning, Sir." The middle aged woman stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him
with a smile. "Yes, it's almost done."
"Did you add salt?" Tristan asked.
Jane shook her head. "Not yet, I was going to add it when I open the lid later."
"Don't add it then." Tristan had a gentle smile, speaking casually to her. "Remember, absolutely do not
add salt."
Jane didn't understand. "Not even a little?"
"None." Tristan was very certain, then left.
Jane watched his departing figure, truly confused. With no salt at all, it really wouldn't taste good.
Lightly salted chicken soup was the most delicious.
But since Mr. Tristan said not to add it, then she wouldn't.