Chapter 1284 She Went in with Him
It wasn't until Rowan parked the car in the yard in front of his villa that he unbuckled his seatbelt and
sat for a moment in the driver's seat, thinking of Claire's innocent and adorable face, a smile lifting the
corners of his calm expression.
He opened the door and got out of the car, only to notice another car parked behind him, its headlights
still on.
Under the bright moonlight.
Rowan glanced at the license plate and knew it was Daphne.
Then, the car door opened, and Daphne got out.
Closing the car door, she looked at him uneasily, unsure why she had followed him and worried that he
would be angry, making their relationship even more strained.
For a moment, her feet seemed rooted to the ground, standing there blankly, not knowing what to say
to him.
Rowan really hadn't expected her to follow him. He knew it wasn't for work-related reasons but rather a
personal matter.
At this moment, the journalists hiding in the shadows of the yard were inexplicably excited to witness
this scene!
What was going on??
One question after another popped into their heads, and they began taking pictures.
A sudden gust of wind blew through the yard.
The evening breeze tousled Daphne's hair and ruffled Rowan's bangs, snapping them both to
soberness.
"Rowan..." Daphne put her hands in the pockets of her jacket, afraid that if she remained silent any
longer, he would turn and go inside.
So, she bravely stepped towards him, "Can we talk?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Rowan didn't seem particularly interested.
Daphne looked at the beautiful villa and recalled the times she had lived there.
Eating, sleeping, and bathing in this place were all vivid memories. noveldrama
She composed herself, a faint smile on her lips, and asked in a friendly tone, "Can I come in for a cup
of tea? I've come all this way."
Rowan didn't try to guess her thoughts. He just looked at her, then turned his gaze away and walked
towards the villa.
Daphne followed him, every cell in her body pondering what to say to him next.
The journalists hiding in the shadows were shocked!
Damn, he even invited her in?
Snap, snap, snap! They quickly took photos, adjusting their camera lenses and capturing several clear
images from the moment they looked at each other in the yard to their entrance into the villa together.
Then, in the brightly lit living room, the journalists saw two figures.
"What's going on? Who is Dr. Watson's girlfriend?"
"Did he just send one away and have a date with another? That's too seamless!"
"Is he really a womanizer? You really can't tell."
"If that's the case, Dr. Watson's image will collapse..."
"It's impossible to discuss work at home in the evening, right?" Someone began to doubt, "If this gets
out... A man and woman alone..."
"Just take the pictures. Don't worry about it. This will make the headlines tomorrow!"
"He's my ideal man! A genius doctor. Although I'm a journalist, I really don't want to capture his other
side. Sigh..."
The voice of a heartbroken girl echoed in the yard, the scene inside the house piercing her heart.
In the brightly lit, spacious living room.
Rowan prepared a cup of tea and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of Daphne, who was
sitting on the sofa in a spot she had once occupied.
Daphne regretted not seizing the opportunity during the time she lived there, not making the most of
her proximity to him.
"What do you want?" Rowan sat down opposite her, asking calmly.
Daphne's gaze fell on his handsome, refined face. "What do you like about Claire?"
This question made a sharp glint flash in Rowan's eyes, as if telling her there was no need to report to
her.
"I like the feeling she gives me," he replied nonetheless.
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