Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165 She Bumped Into Him Accidentally

Claire stopped at Rowan's office door. It was open, but she didn't see him inside. The room was tidy and neat.
When Claire turned around to leave, she bumped into someone.
Rowan's hands were in the pockets of his white gown. Staring at her gently, he didn't help her keep her balance.
"Sorry for that." Claire raised her head and met his gaze.
'It's him.'
For a moment, Claire thought he was like a saint, as he looked too pure and innocent. His hair brought more gentleness to his appearance.
He was gazing at her tenderly without blinking.
"Dr. Watson..." Claire immediately returned to her senses and repressed her nervousness. "I want to ask you about my aunt's status. Are you pretty busy?" She hurriedly stood aside.
"Dean Watson." A nurse trotted over in the corridor.
"Talk to Dr. Wells," Rowan said to her without asking any questions.
The nurse stopped while her gaze swept between him and Claire. "OK." Then she sensibly trotted towards Daphne's office.
"No. I'm not busy," Rowan answered. Then he bypassed her and entered his office.
Claire was confused as he looked indeed busy. She followed him and stood before his office. After adjusting her breath, she said, "Thank you, Dr. Watson."
"I'm a doctor. It's my duty to cure my patients. You are welcome." Rowan didn't look at her while checking some information on his laptop.
His reply rendered Claire wordless. She scratched her head awkwardly.
Rowan added, "Your aunt needs to take good care of her stomach. If it's OK, she should stay here for a few days for the intravenous infusion. After checking out, she should take medicine accordingly."
"Can she fully recover?" asked Claire. "I heard it cannot be cured completely."
"I'm a doctor. Do you trust me?" Rowan looked up into her eyes.
Claire saw the tenderness in his eyes, nodding. "Of course."
Rowan withdrew his gaze. "I'll give her a recipe. She needs to have meals accordingly. The dishes are nutritious and healthy, good for her stomach."
"Thank you." Claire stared at him gratefully.
Rowan asked, "Can you only speak these two words?"
Claire was taken aback. Usually, she was talkative. However, she seemed to be clumsy in his presence. Her mind was always jumbled when she faced him, somehow.
"You are welcome. If you are free, you can treat me to dinner," Rowan said leisurely.
"No problem," Claire answered without hesitation.
He looked up at her and explained, "I don't dine out."
"What do you mean?"
"If you are free, go to my house and cook for me personally," answered Rowan bluntly.
Claire blinked. "You don't dine out? Didn't you go to the restaurant with Dr. Wells for dinner that day?"
Rowan choked his words.
Soon, his office door was knocked again. "Excuse me, Dean Watson." Evidently, the doctor wanted to report something.
Claire took a few steps back. "I won't hold you up any longer, Dr. Watson. Please excuse me." Then she turned away.
The doctor entered the office.
Claire returned to Violet's ward, her heart thumping. She couldn't help wondering what Rowan meant by his words.
He didn't look like a man who loved kidding. Claire felt bothered.
"The liquid medicine is effective indeed, Claire. I can tell I'm recovering bit by bit. I also feel energetic." Violet looked at the infusion bottle joyfully. "Did Dr. Watson develop the medicine himself?"
Claire could tell she was spirited, a smile blossoming across her face. "I don't know. I'm glad it's effective."
"Have you thanked him?"
"Yes, I have."
"If you have time, you should invite him for dinner. Although he's super busy, he should have days off. I don't think he'll be in the hospital every day. Besides, he also needs to have meals while working here."
"OK, Aunt Violet," Claire replied while nodding.
"Claire, you haven't brought your laptop here. What about your novel?" Violet was enlightened suddenly, feeling worried. "You haven't updated the chapters today, right?"