Chapter 1194 Please Consider It
Tristan turned to her. Resting one hand on the steering wheel, he put the other on the back of the passenger's seat. He stared at his beloved girl intensely.
Seeing the tear-like mist in his eyes, Claire felt a sense of guilt, her heart tightening.
The atmosphere in the car was filled with stiffness.
"Still remember I asked you what happiness was?" Tristan's eyes darkened. His Adam's apple bobbed. "You told me it was going home, expected by beloved ones, and prepared dishes."
Claire listened to him silently.
"You also asked me if I had a crush on a girl." Tristan gazed at her eyes without blinking. "I looked into your eyes and said yes."
Claire swallowed, feeling creepy under his gaze.
"You also asked me if I had confessed to her and if the girl knew I had a crush on her... Claire, you told me yourself that I must confess my love when I liked a girl..."
"Enough!" Claire felt as if she would explode soon as she felt suffocated in the car. She hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt, pushed the door, and got off.
Tristan followed her. Standing before her, he saw the panic on her face and felt sorry. He decided not to continue his questions any longer.
The wind disheveled Claire's hair. She tossed them repeatedly to cover her panic and embarrassment.
Tristan stopped asking. Actually, he didn't blame her while staring at the girl, who was the very first one he had a crush on in his life.
A while later, Tristan said, "Claire, raise your head, Look into my eyes."
Claire slowly looked up.
"Can you consider it solemnly?" Tristan requested mellowly, "Don't turn me down immediately. I'll wait for your answer."
Claire didn't answer, mixed feelings surging in her chest.
Tristan said, "Where are you going? It's not easy to hail a taxi here. You can drive my car." With those words, he walked away.
Claire gazed at his tall, slender figure, pressing her lips together. She still hadn't calmed down. Then she sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.
Later, she parked the car next to Tristan. The latter stopped mid-step and looked back at her. Then he opened the door and sat in the passenger's seat.
Neither spoke anymore. Claire pulled over the car at the entrance of Saskia's house and said, "Tristan, don't wait for me. I won't go home tonight." She lied when recalling the matter the other day.
When she was about to get off, Tristan pulled her arm gently. "Tell me you'll consider it seriously." He reminded her not to respond in silence.
Claire nodded her agreement. "I will."
Tristan reluctantly let her go, watched her get off, and stared at her receding figure. Then he got down from the car, sat in the driver's seat, and left.
Three hours later, the evening came.
Several cars were parked in the yard of Russell's Residence. Finnley and Mya arrived, and so did Claire.
The dining room was lit brightly, and its color and designed decoration could easily arouse people's appetite.
The Russells were sitting at the table, which was full of dishes. Some were specially made for a pregnant woman, and some were prepared according to Dr. Watson's recipe.
"This is the first dinner after your mother checks out from the hospital. For her health, cheers!" Albert was delighted. "We haven't had a family gathering for a long time. Let's enjoy ourselves. Feel free to chat."
In an influential family, the table etiquette was to keep quiet when eating.
After clinking glasses, Violet picked up her fork and knife and started a topic. "Since we're all here today, let's talk about Claire's boyfriend and marriage."
Claire was surprised, looking up at her.
"Does Claire have a boyfriend?" Mya was curious. "Who is he?"
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