Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1184 Faking His Girlfriend

Chapter 1184 Faking His Girlfriend

"I guess so, but..."

"But what?" Tristan took her coat, folded it and put it into the bag, "Let'sgo."

The phone was in the pocket. Claire shouldn't be able to hear anythingeven if it vibrated again.

Tristan put his arm around her shoulder, "Let's go!"

“I will pay you back," Claire got out of his arm and said seriously, “I'mnot used to taking things from others."

“Claire, if you keep thinking about that, I will start showing up in front ofyour aunt every day from tomorrow on."

She was threatened again.

Going downstairs, Tristan opened the door of the passenger seat forher, Claire got in, fastened the seat belt, looked at him and asked,"Where are we going? Is it far?"

"It shouldn't be far."

"Shouldn't?" Claire widened her eyes, "What the hell? You don't knowthat?"

“Let me call and ask," then Tristan called Zack, "Mr. Clarke, will yousend me the address?"

"I was going to call you." After that, Zack hung up and sent Tristan thelocation.

Of course, Claire knew who Mr. Clarke was. She had met him once andknew he was Tristan's father.

However, she was really curious. "It's a business lunch? Why are youtaking me there? I don't know anything about business."

Tristan was no longer afraid she would turn him down.

After all, she was already dressed and in his car. She couldn't escapenow.

Tristan started the car and replied casually, "You're just my date. Don'tworry, I will protect you from any embarrassment.”

“It's not a prom or a dinner party. And it's at noon. Why do you need adate?" Claire didn't think much about it but simply complained.

If she had known she was going to fake his girlfriend, she wouldn'thave agreed to come.

Tristan didn't say anything more, "Some music?" He asked and turnedon the music.

It was a beautiful song with gentle music, it attracted Claire's attentionalmost immediately.

Somehow, Rowan's face came to her mind. He was always so gentleand thoughtful, making her feel at home.

Although he wasn't seeing Daphne, she knew Daphne liked him.Thinking of this, she was a bit unhappy.

Claire slowly got distracted as she was lost in thought.

In the VIP hall in a hotel, a tall and robust man in suit had arrived earlywith his daughter.

The man was Mr. Swain, he seemed to be in a good mood, wearing abright smile.

His daughter seemed to be in her twenties, well-dressed. She worelight makeup and looked stunning.

She wore a simply-designed gown.

She was although young, she had the charm of a grown woman. Thedress was well-cut and set off her nice figure.

"Dad, we came early," the girl had a beautiful voice, holding her father'sarm, "It's not good, is it?"

"It's better early than late," the middle-aged man said to her, "Mr. Clarkeand I have been friends for years. I know his son. He is his assistantwhose true identity has been kept from the public. He told me thesecret.”

"Tristan?" The girl murmured the name, "I like the name."

"Yes," the man put his arm around his daughter's shoulder, "I oftenmentioned him to you. He's an excellent young man. There are a fewmen like him in Arkpool. And he's single!"