Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193 What Did I Lie to You About?

While walking in the corridor, Claire met Daphne again. After Daphne rolled her eyes at her, Claire wanted to ignore her. However, Daphne deliberately blocked her way.
She looked down at Claire arrogantly as she knew Rowan had entered the operating room. Therefore, no matter what she said, Rowan wouldn't hear.
"What do you want?" An annoyed look flashed through Claire's pretty eyes.
"The medicines Rowan gave to you were newly developed. They will cure your aunt's gastric problem." Daphne said proudly, "I won't mention their high costs. They haven't been in the medicare system yet. That means the hospital didn't charge you a penny."
Claire was shocked and couldn't believe they were all free.
"Our hospital wards are always short in demand. However, he gave the best one to you." Daphne held her arms across her chest. "Don't think he's done it because of you."
Her words made Claire more grateful for Rowan.
Gazing at her, Daphne added, "Stop overthinking. He has done so for Mr. Marsh's sake."
Claire looked up at her and retorted, "No matter for whose sake, I'm grateful for him as those medicines will cure my aunt."
Daphne was slightly taken aback, thinking Claire didn't follow her.
However, Claire understood what she implied. Arching an eyebrow, she said, "Dr. Wells, you don't need to be jealous. I don't think he has a crush on you."
"You!" Daphne paled, anger surging in her chest.
"Also, you always roll your eyes. If you have an eye problem, you should go to see an oculist." With those words, Claire bypassed her. She wasn't Daphne's mother, so she didn't need to forgive her without fighting back.
"Claire Russell!" Daphne turned around, losing control. "Stop hitting on Rowan! You don't deserve him."
Her last line stabbed into Claire's heart like a sharp thorn. Claire almost stopped breathing but didn't pause her pace.
Soon, Claire and Violet left the hospital.
Russell's Residence, Arkpool City.
"Aunt Violet, I passed Dr. Watson's recipe to the chef. She'll cook dishes accordingly." Claire was delighted as Violet had recovered. "It takes time for your stomach to recover."
"OK. By the way, Claire. Finnley and Mya will come over for dinner tonight. Can you tell the chef to prepare more dishes?"
"Sure." Claire reentered the kitchen. After returning to the living room, she said, "Aunt Violet, take a good rest. I'll go out."
"Come home for dinner. Don't be late."
"I know."
Claire grabbed her handbag and left the house. After taking a few steps out of the gate, she noticed a car nearby, and a man standing against the car while holding his arms across his chest.
Claire stopped mid-step. The man looked at her without blinking.
"Hi, Tristan." Claire walked towards him, looking around. "Are you waiting for me?"
"Or who else?"
The air was filled with awkwardness, instantly.
"Claire, why did you lie to me?" Tristan asked gently, disappointment flashing through his eyes.
Claire was startled. "What? What did I lie about?"
Tristan pulled the passenger side door open. "Get in. Let's have a joy ride. I'll tell you on the way."
Claire hesitated, darted at him, and bent down to sit in.
After closing the door for her, Tristan sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.
"What did you mean just now?" Claire looked at him and asked solemnly, "What did I lie to you about?"
Tristan drove slowly. The car windows were half opened. It was indeed a joy ride.
Staring ahead, Tristan said, "Do you remember what you told me before? When I have a crush on a girl, I must confess my love to her."
Claire widened her eyes as those words sounded familiar.
"You also said you'd written romance novels for many years, so you were experienced."
"You reminded me that fate lasted shortly. If I didn't act fast, the girl I like would probably become another man's wife."
Claire was startled. All the words sounded too familiar to her.
Tristan curled his lips into a smile in self-mockery. "I didn't believe you earlier. I retorted that novels were unlike real life. I also remarked you were too young."
Claire suddenly recalled the day in New York, when she witnessed a blind date.
Tristan continued, "You said real life was more dramatic than novels. You also praised me for having a charming character and confidently said I would win a girl's heart once I confessed to her."
He stepped on the brake, pulled over the car, and stared at her. In a hidden complaint and reluctance, he asked, "Claire, I followed your instructions. However, I failed my confession. Why?"
Meeting his gaze, Claire was tongue-tied.