Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1160 Tristan Fell in Love with Her Looking at her pitiful face, Claire couldn't bear to scold her again, after all, this was her best friend and the victim.

"Well, don't cry..." Claire wiped Saskia's tears with her sleeve, her voice softened, "There are so many men in the world, why do you have to be stuck with a scum?" Saskia held her arm around Claire's waist and put her cheek against her abdomen, "Claire, I'm sorry. | was blind." "It doesn't matter, it's not the worst to meet a scum, but you have to get over it," Claire comforted her, which was the purpose of her coming here.

She stayed for about an hour, after her comfort, Saskia was much better.

"Don't worry, | won't go find him!" "Well, you'd better." Claire took out her phone to looked at the time. "It's late, | should go home." Claire walked out of the living room.

When she was about to take a taxi by the roadside, the Maybach drove over and she saw Tristan in the driver's seat.

The car stopped next to Claire.

Tristan rolled down the window, "Get in! "He had a soft smile on his face.

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Claire was stunned and quickly went around to the passenger seat and got in, "Why are you still here?" 'Of course, waiting for you!" But he couldn't tell her that.

"I'm finished and was just about to go back when | saw you." Tristan watched as she fastened the seat belt, then he started the car, "What a coincidence." "I know, right? I can't even write such a plot in my ," Claire mumbled.

Tristan was in a good mood, "Where do you live?" There was a rare smile on his face.

"Are you going to drivehome?" Claire turned her eyes and suddenly felt a little restrained.

Tristan said, "lI am going back anyway, | can give you a hitch ride." He knew that Claire didn't like owing favors, a writer who stayed at hmost of the tprobably did not even like social with others.

So, he didn't want her to be burdened.

"There are a few taxis here." Tristan added another sentence.

Claire told him the address of the house her aunt had bought in Arkpool.

"Are you living with your parents?" Along the way, Tristan took the opportunity to inquire and wanted to know more about her.

Claire replied calmly, "My parents died in a car accident when | was very young. | live with my uncle and aunt, and they treatlike their own daughter." Tristan was sorry, "I'm sorry." "Why say sorry?" Claire turned to look at him and smiled. "They didn't die because of you." She didn't want him to feel burdened, either.

But Tristan knew that his curiosity had certainly brought back her sad memories.

Then there was a brief silence in the car.

Claire turned her head to look out of the window, after about five minutes...

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "So many sunflowers!" There was a touch of excitement in her sweet voice.

"Do you like sunflowers?" Tristan slowed down the speed.

"Kind of," she answered, "Every kind of flower represents a spirit, as long as you face the sun, your days will be beautiful." Her words were so gentle.

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Tristan turned his eyes and looked at her side face, her fair skin, sweet smile and starry eyes.

At this moment, Tristan had her in both his eyes and his heart, and suddenly he felt life great.

She was without parents, but she was still so positive in life.

Tristan felt that they were alike.

He really liked her character, she seemed so real.

Soon, the car was parked outside a villa, where the environment was elegant. The house should cost at least tens of millions.

"Tristan, thank you." Claire got off the car and waved at him.

Tristan smiled gently and also waved at her. He watched her run towards the house like a rabbit and his smile becbrighter.

It was not until she disappeared in his sight that Tristan drove away.

Along the way, he felt that the wind blowing in through the window was gentle. It was probably how it felt to be in love.

"Aunt!" Claire was going to go upstairs when she saw what was in the living room. She was scared out of her wits, threw away her bad and rushed over...

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