Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1403: I'Ll Listen To You

Chapter 1403: I'll Listen to You

Two people who clearly still cared about each other had livedseparately for so many years, all because of their mutual pride. In thequiet of the night, when they looked back, would their hearts ache aswell?

"Let nature take its course,” Algerone Swain sighed softly. With ahelpless smile, he felt he had done his best, and now it was time toleave the rest to fate. He turned his gaze to the woman beside him,expressing his gratitude. "Thank you for today."

The middle-aged woman nodded and met his gaze. "I'll leave now. Ihope one day we can all sit down together and have a reunion dinner.""If we really do get back together, it will be thanks to you," AlgeroneSwain said humbly, his vision grand. "I hope you'll put in a good wordfor me when you speak to her.”

“I will, for sure.”

After chatting briefly, Mrs. Fritz said, "You can continue with your work,no need to see me out.” She turned around and left, driving awayshortly after.

Algerone directed the workers unloading the seedlings in the yard andeven helped with the transplanting. He could imagine the courtyard fullof blooming roses in a month or two.

In the quiet ancient town, the sky was gray; the weather would changesoon. The distant scenery was shrouded in mist, like a hazy silhouetteemerging from the clouds.

Daphne Wells took a large number of white pills in the inn, gulpingwater to wash them down. She clutched the blanket, her agitated moodfinally subsiding. When she recovered and pushed open the glass doorto the balcony again, the neighboring balcony was silent. She couldn'thear any sound.

It was strangely quiet.

Her brows furrowed, she gripped the railing tightly, mustering thecourage to lean out over the river. Peering past the wooden partitionseparating the balconies, she saw no one on the neighboring balcony.Only the two stuffed bears sat nestled together on the sofa, as if smilingat her. The curtains were not drawn, and the glass door was closed.The room was empty.

Daphne Wells looked closer and saw two beds! She held her breath,puzzled. Was it a twin room? Both beds had been used, so they hadn'tslept together?

Somehow, seeing this scene, she felt inexplicably happy, and herfurrowed brows relaxed.

At this moment, after breakfast, Rowan held Claire's hand as theystrolled through the narrow ancient lanes, as if they had traveled back ahundred years, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Whenever they found a suitable spot for a photo, Rowan would becomea photographer, with Claire as his model. She was happy, and so washe.

Under his lens, Claire was sometimes elegant and sometimes playful,each photo incredibly beautiful.

“Let me see!" She happily ran towards him, linking her arm with his asthey walked and looked at the photos in the camera.

"How do they look? Are they all beautiful?"

"Yes." She was very satisfied and looked at him admiringly. “Thecamera is good, and Dr. Watson's photography skills are great!"

“Isn't it mainly because the model is beautiful?"

"Hehe."

Since Rowan was really busy, Claire would replace it difficult to see himeven once if she didn't go to the hospital. So she cherished the timethey spent together these few days.

"Shall we go eat barbecue later?" Claire asked expectantly. "I want todo 100 little things with you, and eating barbecue in the ancient town isthe first.”

Were all novelists so thoughtful? How long would it take for him toaccompany her through 100 little things, given how busy he was?

"Dr. Watson, what are you thinking about?"

He gently patted her head with his considerable height advantage. "I'lllisten to you."