Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1295 Rowan Arrives

Chapter 1295 Rowan Arrives

At that moment, the silent Albert sighed and asked discontentedly,"Claire, didn't he give you a reasonable explanation? It's been a wholeday."

Claire's nose tingled, having waited for half a day without receiving hiscall or seeing him re-add her on Facebook. She didn't know how hetreated their relationship. Later, she turned off her phone, and heseemed to have disappeared completely.

"Claire?" As her brother, Finnley felt distressed seeing her like this. Hereached out and held her shoulder, speaking softly, "Even if you want tobreak up, you should know what's going on. Maybe it's just amisunderstanding? What do you think?"

Claire looked up with a wronged heart, “Misunderstanding?” Thethought of those photos stabbed her heart again, "Have you seen thepictures? Were they just photoshopped? Isn't it a fact that Daphnestayed overnight at his house?"

The girl took a deep breath, feeling heartbroken.

Finnley's brows furrowed slightly as he analyzed the situation rationally,“But I don't think he's that kind of person. If he liked Daphne, why wouldhe be with you? He could have rejected you."

"Typical scum. What man doesn't want to have more than onewoman?" Claire huffed, put down her fork, and stood up, “Isn't that thedream of all you men?"

As Finnley was speechless and Claire was about to leave, Hollyappeared at the entrance of the dining room, reporting with slightexcitement, "Dr. Watson is here.”

In the brightly lit dining room, everyone turned their gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the car park and the headlights go out.Claire's heart tightened as she quickly ran to the living room, thenhurriedly went upstairs. Her mind was in a fog, angry, wronged, andeven more heartbroken.

She feared Rowan would say to her, "I don't love you anymore. I'msorry, Claire."

The Russells put down their utensils and stood up, heading to the livingroom. They were as concerned and worried as if there were problemsin the marriage of their younger generation.

They stood at the entrance of the living room, watching Rowan get outof the driver's seat, close the car door, and walk towards them.

In the evening breeze and under the night sky, Rowan's figureappeared somewhat frail.

Claire stood by the window of the upstairs bedroom, staring at hisfigure, her vision blurred by tears.

Rowan had been busy until now, not even having time for dinner, andcame here as soon as he left the hospital.

As he walked, he saw a crowd at the entrance of the living room. Mr.and Mrs. Russel were there, as well as Finnley and Mya. Even theservants were present, but there was no sign of Claire.

As he got closer, everyone could see the subtle expressions onRowan's face. Violet's mood calmed down a bit; he seemed to havecome to apologize and make peace.

"Mr. and Mrs. Russel." Rowan stopped at the entrance of the livingroom, well aware that everyone must have seen the news, "Where isClaire? Her phone is off, and I can't reach her."

Rowan's attitude was sincere, and his handsome face showed a traceof fatigue.

Violet suddenly felt sympathy, understanding the demands of a doctor'sprofession. But the news, especially the photos, had indeed angeredher. So, she asked coldly, “Tell me, did that woman stay at your houselast night?"

Rowan couldn't lie, "Yes."

Everyone's chests tightened, and Violet's face fell.

But he explained, "I did ask her to leave and closed the door. I didn'texpect her to go upstairs and stay in the guest room for the night. Ididn't allow it, but I am responsible.”

The explanation was true, but it seemed weak and powerless. Rowanhad been regretting and blaming himself.

As expected, Albert asked, "Why did you take her home in the firstplace?"