NovelEnglishChapter 1236 Warning Daphne "Tristan!" Jennifer took Tristan's arm and saw his red, swollen lips, feeling sorry for him. Then she checked on Rowan and saw his face was also wounded. "You guys... Alas..." she sighed in frustration.
Ivan gazed at Tristan determinedly. Finally, Tristan gave up, repressed his fury, and put down his fist.
Ivan wouldn't let the two men fight again, thinking they were too childish.
Rowan glanced around coldly, so the onlookers hurriedly left the scene.
After calming down, Tristan darted to Daphne icily.
The latter visibly shuddered under his gaze, and her expression changed. Daphne was afraid he would disclose what had happened in the bar the previous night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You'd better behave yourself!" Tristan warned her sternly.
Daphne almost stopped breathing in fear.
Others didn't know what had happened, looking at her.
Tristan warned her, stressing each syllable, "If you still play dirty tricks, you'd better find someone to bury your corpse first. | won't let go of you easily." Daphne paled, her heart sinking.
Tristan pulled his arm from Jennifer's hands and turned away angrily.
"Tristan!" Jennifer immediately stopped him. "You are injured. Cwith me. Letdeal with your wounds," she said anxiously in worry.
Tristan was in a lousy mood. He wouldn't have been here if Eason hadn't stayed in Rowan's hospital.
"Please, Tristan..." Jennifer knew he disliked being here. "If you go to work like this, how will you respond to others? There's a special medicine here for your wounds and will cover them at least." Although she didn't know what had happened, she could tell Tristan was seething with anger.
Tristan was always calm and mature and seldom did he becso angry.
Seeing Tristan hesitate, Jennifer forcibly dragged her into the hospital and ignored others.
Claire darted to Daphne, and the latter dodged her gaze in a sense of guilt. Then Claire pulled Rowan into the lobby as well.
Although many questions simmered on her lips, she didn't ask him anything, feeling terribly sorry for him.
She couldn't understand why men liked hitting each other's faces.
A few minutes later, in Eason's ward suite, Tristan sat on the couch with a frown, looking sullen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSquatting before him, Jennifer personally applied the ointment to his wounds. "Fortunately, no paparazzi were around earlier.
Otherwise, | wonder what they'll write in the news again. Why did you fight with Rowan, Tristan? For Claire?" Jennifer sighed, "Love cannot be pushed. Since they love each other and are dating now, you should send them your blessings generously." Tristan still looked stern. "I can send them my blessings, but why did he hold Daphne Wells tightly?" Raising her head, Jennifer was taken aback. "It can't be possible." "I saw them in person. I've let Claire be with him. He betrayed her." "Was it a misunderstanding?" Jennifer trusted Rowan. "He's not that kind of man." "Seeing is believing," Tristan looked at her and answered stubbornly, "That's what | saw." Jennifer was tongue-tied.
In the dean's office, a female doctor applied an ointment to Rowan's wounds, feeling sorry for him. "Dean Watson, it'll hurt a bit.
Please tolerate it." She tried her best to do it as gently as possible.
Standing next to them, Claire was worried but couldn't do anything. She also wondered if Tristan was doing OK, worried about him as a friend.
"I'm sorry," Claire said in self-blame. "It's all because of me." Tears welled up in her eyes.
Rowan held her hand and explained, "No, it's my fault. Daphne twisted her ankle and fell on me. | didn't push her on time, so Tristan misunderstood us." "You only considered her as your patient at that moment, right?" Claire was pretty understanding and not jealous at all.
Rowan answered bluntly, "Exactly." "I'm not jealous. Why is he so angry?" Claire was puzzled, feeling she had owed Tristan too many favors. "You guys were too reckless. How could you fight for such a trifle?"
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