Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1299 This Night

Chapter 1299 This Night

The smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression turned a bitsolemn. Claire could feel his exhaustion; he must have been really tiredtoday. His fatigue made her feel heartache, and she loved him evenmore, this angel who saved humanity. Her love for him was filled withadmiration and adoration.

Yet, as his girlfriend, she really cared about what had happened lastnight. Her anger came from jealousy. To truly let go of these mattersmight take some time... After all, she was a perfectionist, stubborn andserious about love. However, she would try her best to adjust and notaffect his mood or work. After all, she had fallen in love with a doctor.Some things were her responsibility to bear.

Under the night sky, Rowan drove home. After explaining everything toClaire, the weight in his heart was lifted. But today had beenexhausting, and as he sat in the driver's seat gripping the steeringwheel, an unprecedented wave of fatigue enveloped him. Work had notgone smoothly, and there were always unexpected situations. Aftereach surgery, he had to come up with a follow-up treatment plan andhold different meetings for different patients. The hospital was justgetting started, and many patients came to see him specifically. Soeven though there were other doctors in the hospital, Rowan wasalways busy.

As they were about to reach home, he felt his head grow heavy, andthe streetlights in front of him began to blur. Gripping the steering wheeltightly, Rowan furrowed his brows and steadied himself. The car quicklyentered the yard, and he pressed the brakes. With his head bowed andhis grip on the steering wheel, his breathing suddenly becamerestricted. It took him a while to recover.

When Rowan opened his eyes again, his vision returned to normal. Hegot out of the car, went into the house, and headed straight to thebedroom, collapsing into bed exhausted. Today had been so tiring... Hisbody felt completely drained.

On the same night, Claire sat on the bedroom sofa with a headband, afacial mask, and her laptop. She was writing a novel, her fingersconstantly tapping the keyboard. Her focus wasn't great, but it wasbetter than during the day. She wrote about a topic related to trust inher novel and expressed her own views, hoping to resonate with herreaders.

Under the night sky of Arkpool City, the lights were dazzling, and thewhole city was bustling. Daphne stood by the window of the houseRowan had rented for her, holding a wine glass. She looked at themyriad lights and couldn't help but take out her phone. The news hadcooled down by evening, and it had already been taken off the trendingtopics on Twitter. However, she had saved a few photos on her phone.Sipping her red wine, she flipped through the photos, graduallyaccepting the fact that she had been fired.

Daphne thought Claire must be feeling bad too, right? After all, theyhad just gotten together, and their relationship was still unstable whenthis happened. Writers were emotionally sensitive, always striving forperfection. With a slight smile, she drained her wine glass, and herheart felt more at ease. If she couldn't have it, neither could Claire.Tristan was also having a sleepless night. He hadn't worked overtimeand had returned home early. He read for a while to calm his emotions.After dinner, he took a bath and now stood on the balcony in hisbathrobe, admiring the moon alone. He was worried about Claire'scurrent state. However, even now, after checking her Instagramhundreds of times, he hadn't seen her post any updates. Because ofhis concern, his grip on the railing tightened involuntarily. Tristan took adeep breath; tonight's wind could ripple the river and scatter theflowers, but it could not blow away the sorrow in his heart.

If he could, he wished to stand in front of her and give her the puresthug.