Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232 Harmony

Rowan's words almost stopped Claire from breathing. She raised her head, staring at his charming face.
His eyebrows were straight, his eyes were intense, and his nose was straight. The longer she studied him, the more she was attracted.
"May I see your hands?" Claire asked softly after being enlightened suddenly.
Rowan looked down into her eyes. "Why do you suddenly want to see my hands?"
Claire smiled at him. Circling, she grabbed his hands and studied them carefully. "Your hands are really pleasant to the eyes."
They were warm and soft. His fingers were slender, fair, and knuckled.
"Why do you want to see my hands?" Rowan was still confused.
Claire answered, "I wanted to see what a surgeon's hands are like. They are pretty."
Rowan chuckled in amusement, "Can you give me your phone?"
"Why?" Claire asked, blinking her eyes.
Rowan reached out and replied bluntly, "I want to see my caller ID on your contact list."
"Caller ID?" Claire didn't have any secrets in her phone, so she pulled it out and passed it to him after unlocking the screen. "Here you go."
Rowan browsed her contact list and saw his caller ID was "Dr. Watson." Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, he changed it for her.
"Wait!" Claire poked her head. "What are you doing? You can't mess up my contact list."
"No, I'm not." Rowan entered his caller ID quickly and passed the phone back to her.
Claire immediately took a look. "Rowan?"
"Isn't it more intimate?" asked Rowan. "We're dating."
Claire didn't retort, sweetness surging in her heart. Reaching out to him, she asked, "What about your phone? Let me take a look. Have you changed my caller ID already?"
"No. I don't want you to see it," Rowan refused purposely, which was out of her expectation.
"You can't do that to me," Claire objected, "Hurry! I want to see my caller ID on your contact list."
Rowan intentionally dodged to avoid her checking.
Claire wanted to grab his phone.
Rowan held her tightly. While they were fighting for the phone childishly, they fell onto Claire's bed altogether.
Rowan fell onto Claire while she was tripped over. He quickly reacted to plant his hands on either side of her to avoid pressing her. Their gazes met in the short distance, and their eyes glimmered in love.
Claire could feel her heart racing. The next second, she carefully reached her hand into his pocket and pulled it out under his tacit approval.
"Unlock your screen." She let him face the camera and scanned his face.
"Little girl?" Claire exclaimed after seeing her caller ID. "Why? I'm not a little girl."
"You are, Claire." Rowan stood up, pulled his phone back, and put it into his pocket. "In my heart, you are also a little angel. You have your inner world and use your power to spread love, kindness, and beauty, which is also the core of my profession."
While the lovebirds were chatting about their hobbies, habits, and future plans in the room, Violet was still worried in the living room downstairs.
"They can't live together so soon. A girl should be reserved." She anxiously checked the clock on the wall. "I'll give them another 30 minutes. Then I'll go upstairs to check on them."
"Don't worry, Violet. Or it's easy for you to get aged." Albert read a newspaper calmly. "Dr. Watson must have his principles. Relax." He implied Rowan was decent, so his wife didn't need to worry.
In the yard under the moonlight, Finnley was having a walk with Mya hand-in-hand. They did it every night after dinner for digesting and enjoying their private moment.