NovelEnglishChapter 1209 Painful Unrequited Affection Rowan had an emergent operation. When he finally got off work, it was 11 P. M. However, the patient's status had stabilized, and he felt relieved.
Thinking of working out, so he didn't drive in the morning but walked to the hospital. On the way home, he stepped on the lane that was colored pale by the moonlight. Enjoying the night breeze, he let his mind wander, enjoying the peace.
"Rowan?" Daphne pulled over to her car next to him and pressed down the window. "What happened? Why don't you drive?" She had got off work long ago but had an appointment with her friend earlier.
Rowan stopped mid-step and answered gently, "I didn't drive to work in the morning." "Get it. I'll give you a ride home." Daphne was in a good mood, thinking it was fate.
However, Rowan shook his head. "No, thanks. Walking is my exercise. | also need to be with myself for a while." Then he nodded at her politely and walked away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaphne was taken aback, wondering if that meant Rowan would rather return hon foot instead of sitting in her car. Frowning, she felt disappointed.
Watching her secret crush's deciding figure, Daphne slowly started the engine and kept a distance from him. She didn't interrupt him or leave.
A song was played on the car radio. It was a sad love song, singing about a girl's unrequited affection. While Daphne listened, tears welled up in her eyes. She felt bitter.
Ignoring her, Rowan strode fast for exercising. Although he stayed in the lab and office for a long tevery day, he liked working out.
Under the moonlight, Daphne stepped on the brake of her car and parked it next to Rowan's house. She watched him enter the yard and walk into the living room without looking back. Then his house was lit up.
Once, she stayed there and had dinner with him. She could even see what he looked like in pajamas.
However, Rowan didn't even want to spare a single word with her. They only communicated at work.
Daphne thought the unrequited affection was way too painful.
11 P.M.
Tristan parked his car in the yard of Clarke Villa, where he had stayed recently.
Joan had been put in jail. Eason stayed in the hospital for medical treatment. The house was too empty and cold.
"Good evening, Master Tristan," Aiden appeared in the living room of the second floor, wearing her pajamas. She asked in confusion, "You chso late." Tristan looked at her and nodded gently. "Ehn." "Would you like slate supper?" "No, thanks. Please go to bed, Aiden." Tristan wanted to be left in peace. Zack was still out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAiden turned away. At the stair entrance, she met Zack, who had just returned hfrom work. "Good evening, Mr. Clarke." "Why are you still up?" Zack asked gently.
Aiden bowed at him respectfully, glanced at the living room, and said in a low voice, "Master Tristan has just returned home. He might be waiting for you." Zack followed her gaze. "OK. You should go to bed now." He went onto the second floor.
Hearing his footsteps, Tristan raised his head and met his father's gaze.
Zack could tell he was in a bad mood, so he went to the caband took out two goblets and a bottle of wine. He opened the bottle, poured the wine into the glasses, and walked to his son while slightly shaking them.
"Thanks, Dad." Tristan took a goblet over on the couch.
Zack sat opposite him.
It was a quiet night.
Tristan sipped the wine, staring at the swinging curtain under the night breeze, looking upset. "I received a call from her earlier."
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