Female Novel
Chapter 1632: She Worries About Him
Chapter 1632: She Worries About Him
"What is this?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.
"It's a handkerchief stained with coffee, milk, and juice residue. The paper contains food particles," Ivan
explained as a flash of the moment they sent the plant to Rowan's palace crossed his mind. He and
Claire had intentionally kept some samples for him to bring back to Arkpool City.
He said, "This is the king's breakfast, sampled from the kitchen. Can you detect any poison in it?"
Jennifer met his gaze, her chest tightening as she listened. "Are you investigating alone?"
Before Ivan could answer, she worriedly reproached him, "Do you know how dangerous this is? If they
dare to poison the king, they are nothing short of desperados. They might come after you too! It's not
your territory!"
She could feel her nervousness and fear.
Ivan reached out and grasped her shoulder, his tone gentle and apologetic, "I'm not alone; I have
Claire, Rowan, and our construction team. Isn't that enough?"
Jennifer didn't think about anything else; she was just terribly worried about him. "You're going there
again, aren't you?"
"Of course," he replied to her, "Rowan is my friend, and we must find the killer for him."
But the dangers involved were easy to imagine.
"My dear, I know you're very worried about me, and you're equally concerned about Rowan, so we
need your help now," he said.
Jennifer wasn't the kind of woman who feared death. Her gaze fell on the box on the coffee table. "Let's
go to his laboratory and see if these foods are poisoned."
"Okay."
So Ivan released her shoulder and took the box, standing up.
Jennifer put on her shoes too. "You act too quickly; you haven't figured out the situation in the royal
palace yet."
"We'll be more cautious next time," Ivan said as he took a down jacket from the hanger and helped her
put it on. "Please, my lady, rest assured. No one dares to touch me."
Then he carefully zipped up the jacket and tied a scarf for her, taking her hand and leading her
downstairs.
"You've worked hard," Ivan said to her.
"Don't say that," Jennifer rubbed against him. "It sounds like I don't want to help him. He's my friend,
and he's my apprentice too."
She glanced at him. "I'm just worried about you. You've only been gone for a few days, and you're
already taking such risks? You haven't even figured out the situation in the royal palace, and yet you've
obtained food samples."
"I didn't do this," Ivan let go of her hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and told her honestly as theynovelbin
walked downstairs, "Claire did it."
"Ah?" Jennifer was startled.
Then Ivan explained Claire's identity and situation over there to her.
Claire was the Arabic translator by the king's side, Ivan's cousin, and completely unfamiliar with Prince
Louis, but she had captured the admiration of Prince Taylor.
"So... will that be okay?" Jennifer worried. "Feelings are selfish. She is Rowan's girlfriend."
"It's fine; they have enough trust between them. Besides, although Taylor is the son of Queen
Katharine, he isn't scheming. When necessary, he can still be of help."
As they chatted, the two of them reached the living room downstairs.
"Are you going out?" Aubree happened to come out of the kitchen, seeing her daughter-in-law already
wearing a down jacket and a scarf.
"Yes, Mom," Ivan replied, "We're going out for a while, but we'll be back soon."
Aubree didn't ask for more details. "Wait!" She quickly brought a hat and came to Jennifer, directly
helping her put it on and instructing, "You're pregnant, don't catch a cold. It's cold outside."