Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1347

Inside the elevator, Rowan seemed to finally relax, laughing and remarking, "I can't believe he found a girlfriend too."
"Why not? He's excellent, and it's not like he couldn't find one," Claire said, disagreeing with his tone. "It was bound to happen eventually."
Rowan asked, "Claire, if you had the chance to choose again, would you still choose me, this busy doctor?" She had just waited for him for three hours.
"Why ask such a question? Aren't you bored?" Claire replied, "Even if I had to choose ten thousand times, it would still be you."
Hearing this, Dr. Watson was delighted. He put his arm around her shoulder, "Tristan is excellent, as you've said, and it's widely recognized."
"There are so many outstanding people in the world, you can't like them all, can you?" Claire became anxious and lectured him again, "Do you understand? Love is a feeling! The feeling of being moved!"
Rowan particularly enjoyed hearing this and teased, "Then tell me quickly, how did it move?"
"Pfft! You're a doctor! Don't you know better than me how the heart moves?"
As they left the elevator, Rowan took her hand and led her out, regardless of the occasion. "This is my first time in love. If there's anything I'm not doing well, please point it out, Miss Russell. Don't be upset, we need to communicate and solve problems in a timely manner, just like treating an illness. If it's delayed, it's hard to cure."
"This is a typical straight man!" Claire also liked this simplicity and directness, at least there was no need to guess, no heartache.
She loved him and would unconditionally accommodate him, knowing that he was a doctor, an angel to mankind, and she would think from his perspective.
As long as he loved her and was worth it, she would be willing to go without hesitation.
She wouldn't be bothered by the first cup of milk tea in autumn, nor care about ten grilled sausages in winter.
He was a doctor, and while he belonged to her, he also belonged to all of humanity.
Following Rowan out of the bustling hospital lobby, Rowan opened the car door for her, "Miss Russell, please!"
Before getting into the car, Claire gave him a bright and sunny smile, "You don't have to be so attentive. When I write my autobiography, I'll write good things about you!"
"Then I want to be your first reader."
"To supervise? Are you afraid I'll write bad things about you?"
They looked at each other and laughed. She bent down to get in the car, and in Rowan's eyes, she was the most genuine and adorable.
Not far away, Daphne, who had been standing there for a long time, watched as Claire got into his car, saw them holding hands as they walked out, and saw them laughing and talking all the way.
Each scene, like a knife, pierced her heart!
Daphne had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, relying on sleeping pills every night, yet still unable to sleep well, with Rowan's figure filling her dreams.
As she watched the car drive away, her heart felt empty again.
She had originally come to wait for Rowan and wanted to talk to him.
But now, Daphne felt that Claire had ruined Rowan.
Because he actually left work early on a weekday! This did not match his dedicated work style.
His relationship had made him neglect his duties.
So, Daphne's dislike for Claire increased a bit more!
She felt that only she could help Rowan. She could devote herself to work, share his worries, and solve problems, while Claire, an unemployed vagrant, would only hold Rowan back.
At Charity Medical Center, upstairs.
Monica, arm in arm with Tristan, followed him quickly to the door when Tristan stopped, his cold gaze falling on her hands, "Let go?"
Monica snapped back to reality and hurriedly let go.
Tristan took two steps forward, turned around, and walked into the room, with Monica following him.