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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1549 Tristan's specific instructions

Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica saw her father cout. She quickly got out of the car, but before she could take two steps,

she saw Algerone swiftly get in his car and drive away swiftly, as if not wanting to see them.

"Hey..." Monica didn't even get a chance to speak before he was gone. She halted her steps, "How could he leave?" Watching as

the car drove off in the opposite direction.

Monica knitted her brow and sighed, then went back to the driver's seat. "Bye, you sleep early too!" She smiled and waved at

Tristan.

Tristan's eyes were deep and gentle. "Good night." He waved back at her as well.

Watching as the girl strode towards the living room.

Tristan saw her enter before starting the car again.

When Algerone Swain got home, the first thing he did after getting out of the car was to check on the roses he had painstakingly

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transplanted over. He was worried they were too delicate to withstand the cold weather and would wither away this winter.

That night, Rowan Watson stayed by Claire's side taking care of her, accompanying her.

Taking out his phone, he saw dozens of missed calls from Violet. He felt very guilty, and planned to call back tomorrow morning

after Claire sobered up to let them know they were alright, so they wouldn't worry.

There were also dozens of calls from Luyocca. In that distant country, they must have gone through a lot of effort to try and find

him. Even though he had changed his nand rarely made public appearances.

"Don't leave me..." Lying in bed, Claire turned over and grabbed Rowan Watson's hand with eyes shut tight and brows knitted,

head a little splitting. In a daze she said, "Don't leave me, Rowan Watson, | don't want to be apart from you..."

"I'm here, we're not splitting up." Rowan Watson sat down by the bed, leaned over and stroked her forehead. Good thing she didn't

have a fever. He said in her ear in a low voice, "I'm by your side, Claire. | won't go anywhere. Be good and rest well."

"You're so busy every day, you have to take care of your health. I'll worry about you." Claire's stomach felt very uncomfortable, but

she lay on her side hugging his waist, still very concerned about him.

From her bones she admired and loved this man.

Rowan Watson's brows furrowed, his eyes full of tenderness. "Okay, | promise you." Then he gently pressed a light kiss to her

forehead. "Be good and sleep now. I'm not going anywhere."

He also tucked the blanket around her again, still tightly holding her hand. Rowan Watson stayed by her side faithfully.

He didn't want to answer the calls from Luyocca, but he also knew this wasn't an issue that could be resolved by not answering the

phone.

Spending the night at Claire's bedside, Rowan Watson's thoughts drifted far away. He was very troubled, to tell the truth he really

felt mentally exhausted.

The moon set and the sun rose, a beautiful new day began.

The snow had stopped, the yard was covered in thick snowdrifts, everything bright and clear.

Tristan cdownstairs to the kitchen where the servants were already busy cooking breakfast.

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"Jane, you're making chicken soup?" Tristan smelled the fragrance.

"Good morning, Sir." The middle aged woman stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him with a smile. "Yes, it's almost

done."

"Did you add salt?" Tristan asked.

Jane shook her head. "Not yet, | was going to add it when | open the lid later."

"Don't add it then." Tristan had a gentle smile, speaking casually to her. "Remember, absolutely do not add salt."

Jane didn't understand. "Not even a little?"

"None." Tristan was very certain, then left.

Jane watched his departing figure, truly confused. With no salt at all, it really wouldn't taste good. Lightly salted chicken soup was

the most delicious.

But since Mr. Tristan said not to add it, then she wouldn't.