NovelEnglishChapter 1080 Claire’s Concept of Love Ivan had a strong hands-on ability. Working with Finnley tacitly, he set up the barbecue stoves shortly after.
Rowan sorted the ingredients according to their types. Daphne walked to him. "Do you need help?" "Can you chop them to chucks and put them on the skewers?" Rowan passed a bunch of skewers to her.
"Sure." Daphne picked up a bag of potatoes and eggplants, holding a sharp knife.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRowan didn't remind her to be careful. After all, she was a surgeon, so it was a piece of cake for her to chop the ingredients.
In a glasshouse, Mya was about to make tea. Claire boiled swater and prepared the tea set. Subconsciously, she peeked out the window.
Then she saw Rowan and his female friend working tacitly. She asked, "He's got a girlfriend so soon. Will he get married suddenly as well?" "What's wrong, Claire?" Mya darted at her. "You pay a lot of attention to the talented doctor." "Not really." Claire chuckled, "I never want to marry. Usually, | don't pay attention to a man. | just feel curious, wondering why you all have got married." "We've met the right ones," answered Mya.
A breeze entered the yard, bringing leaves off the branches. They floated along the wind and fell to the ground.
Jennifer sat beside Eason, studying him according to a doctor's professionalism.
Suddenly, Daphne's phone rang. She hurriedly removed the gloves, pulled the phone out, and swiped to answer, "Hello, Mom?" The woman on the other end of the line spoke.
Daphne glanced at Rowan and answered, "No worries. I've met Rowan. | stay in his house for the tbeing. He has also arranged my employment. Please rest assured." A while later, she put the phone next to Rowan's ear. "Rowan, my mom wants to speak to you." Rowan was busy sorting out the ingredient, so he answered without holding the phone, "Hello. Mrs. Wells." His voice was gentle and polite.
Daphne's mother said with a smile, "Rowan, thank you for looking after Daphne. She has never been to such a big town as Arkpool City. She knows no one there. Fortunately, you are in town." "You are welcome, Mrs. Wells. | have a big house. She also majored in medical studies. Probably, she could helpsometimes," Rowan replied to relieve her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDaphne was joyful to hear his words.
After the call ended, she asked half-jokingly, "Do you need a personal assistant, Rowan?" "No, thanks," Rowan answered without hesitation.
Daphne was shocked, staring at his charming face. "Why not? Don't you want a helping hand? It can save you much effort and time." "I prefer peace," Rowan drawled.
Daphne was taken aback and buttoned her lip. She put on the gloves again to prepare the skewers.
In the glasshouse, Mya asked curiously, "Have you ever fallen in love, Claire?" Claire asked, "What do you think love is? What's your standard?" "Pardon me?" Mya didn't follow her.
Claire continued, "Is love a confession? Ensuring the relationship? Holding hands? Kissing? Having sex? Or a skip of the heartbeat? What do you think love is?" "Well... Well... Can't they represent love?" Mya asked, "Those are what the lovebirds do. Everything you mentioned will happen." "I disagree." Claire peeked out the window with a smile. "In my opinion, when your heart skips a beat and thumps, it means real love. Others are just the deals between two adults for what they demand."
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