NovelEnglishChapter 1204 Chemistry Between Them On the river bank, Claire stared at her phone while hearing the beeps, taken aback. Feeling depressed, she didn't have the mood to call Rowan back.
She headed back to Russell's Residence alone, wondering what she should do with Tristan. She only thought of him as a close, trustworthy friend but had no intention of dating him.
Tristan asked her to consider his proposal but refused to listen to her response. It bothered Claire as she had never experienced such a matter before and didn't know how to deal with it.
Claire could tell how much Tristan liked her and was persistent with her, her heart heavy.
That night was a sleepless night for Claire because Rowan had hung up on her without speaking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was 11 P. M. After Saskia's incident and trying to convince Saskia for a whole day, Claire had been exhausted physically and mentally.
Holding her phone, she gazed at Rowan's number wondering again why he had called her in the afternoon. However, he ended the call after hearing Tristan's voice. Claire doubted if Rowan was angry.
Meanwhile, Rowan's villa was lit brightly. Rowan had a shower but didn't go to bed. Holding his phone, he stood before the window while looking at the bright moonlight in the sky.
He looked cold, aloof.
Earlier, he had a two-hour online training, which refreshed his knowledge and firmed his foundation. That was what Rowan always like. In his opinion, life was too short, so he must keep learning.
However, whenever he was idle, he couldn't help thinking of Claire. He recalled she had rejected Tristan, but why were they together again? Also, Rowan heard Tristan's love confession on the phone, feeling stressed.
Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed Claire's number immediately despite the time.
Rowan failed to keep rational.
In the bedroom of Russells’ Residence, Claire heard her phone ringing in her hands when she plucked up her courage to call Rowan.
She was shocked so much that her heart hammered.
Seeing Rowan's caller ID, Claire immediately swiped to answer and cautiously clung her phone to her ear. "Hello." "Are you sleeping?" Rowan asked gently.
"Not yet." Claire was chuffed, so she joked, "If | were sleeping, how would | be supposed to answer your call?" Sitting on the bed edge, she could feel her heart racing somehow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ehn." Rowan didn't know what to talk to her. He was silent for a few seconds, his mind blank. "How's your bestie doing," he asked after a while.
Claire wondered if he called her like a doctor checking his patient without any special meaning.
"She's probably let go of her ex-boyfriend. | spent a whole day convincing her. She looked spirited when | left," Claire answered bluntly, "I've tried my best. By the way, she wantsto invite you to dinner for expressing her gratitude." "That's just a lift of the finger. Please don't mention it." Rowan didn't take it to heart.
They quieted down again, feeling awkward.
When Claire was too embarrassed, Rowan asked, "Have you finished updating your ?" "I didn't write anything today. There are still saved drafts in the system. | plan to go on a trip for a few days." "Will you take your laptop along?" "Of course." Claire suddenly lacked topics to talk to him about. She wanted to chat with him but failed to find a proper way.
"Well, bedtnow. Good night, Claire," Rowan was about to end the call.
"OK. Good night." Claire exhaled gently in relief after hanging up. Shortly after, Rowan sent her a private message on Facebook. She tabbed to read.
[Night-night.] He sent it to her.
In Claire's opinion, the greeting was too intimate, so she seldom said it to others. However, curling her lips into a smile, she replied: [99.]
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