Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1173

Chapter 1173 A Blind Date

Come on!
Claire felt like he was jealous.
"He..." Claire noticed that Rowan had been staring at her, waiting for her answer. So she made a random answer. "Well, kind of. He saved my life in New York."
"New York?" Rowan's handsome face was calm, "You guys went to New York together?"
"Well, no!" She was speechless, "What do you mean together? We met on the plane to New York and that was the first time we met."
Rowan stared at her. Rowan felt much better seeing no lies in her eyes, yet his expression remained the same.
"Hey, why should I explain to you?" Claire suddenly realized. She took a sip of milk, "You're no one to me."
Rowan smiled and then went on eating. He was no one to her just for now.
At the end of dinner, Rowan said to her, "Don't spread rumors about me, Daphne and I are just colleagues."
She was slightly taken aback, but he stood up.
Before Claire could react, he came to the cashier and paid the bill.
"Hey!" She rushed over and tugged on his sleeve, "It's on me."
"Next time." With a pale face, he walked out.
Claire followed.
Daphne, who was standing not far across the road, saw him coming out with Claire, who was even tugging on his sleeve. Such an intimate gesture did not arouse Rowan's disgust.
Daphne's heart skipped a beat, and she pursed her lips sadly.
Going down the steps, Claire almost stepped on the air. Rowan instinctively gave her a hand.
This made Daphne even more unhappy.
"Your aunt is recovering well," Rowan told her when crossing the road. He watched out for vehicles on both sides, "But she can stay in the hospital for a few more days."
"Okay, thank you." Claire really didn't know what to say.
Rowan turned to look at her while walking, "How do you write novels? Your vocabulary seems so poor. Is there anything else you know except thank you? "
"What else should I say?"
Rowan looked at her but didn't answer. He looked cold and distant again.
The sky was getting darker.
Tristan had been living in Clark's villa these days although his identity hadn't been announced yet.
Today was Friday, and there was a dinner tomorrow.
Tristan didn't understand what it was for. All he needed to do was to go there with his father.
Tristan missed Claire a little these two days, which caused him insomnia.
If he didn't ask her out, he didn't know when would they meet again.
Tristan saw that the light in the study was off, and his father was not in the bedroom. He walked downstairs, and before he passed the corner of the stairs, he heard his father's phone call.
"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Tristan."
Tristan paused, listening silently.
He heard Zack say with a smile again, "I know your daughter is very good and beautiful. I met her two years ago. She was stunning amid the crowd."
"Yeah. I wish they will hit it off."
So, tomorrow's dinner was a blind date?
Tristan's face changed slightly. He took two steps back, turned around, and walked up the stairs lightly.
Back in the bedroom, he hesitated again and again, then picked up his phone and called Claire.
After a short ring, Claire answered, "Hello, Tristan." Her soft voice came.
"Are you asleep?" He felt her voice was very small.
"Not yet, Aunt Violet had just fallen asleep. I am with her in the hospital." Claire walked out of the ward, and closed the door softly, "So, why are you calling me at such a late hour? I'm in the corridor. "
Her voice returned to normal.
"Can you do me a favor tomorrow at noon? It won't take long, just two hours." Tristan went straight to the point.