Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1203 Unacceptable Response Earl lay prone on the ground and couldn't fight back at all. Claire was afraid Tristan might kill him.

"Tristan!" She immediately trotted to stop him.

Blood oozed from Earl's nose. Covering his head, he huddled on the ground. However, Tristan seethed with rage and had no intention of letting go of him.

"Enough, Tristan. Stop it. Stop it." Claire seized his arm. "Stop beating him. You will have a criminal record if you kill him." She was worried, looking around anxiously, hoping no one had called the police. "Tristan!" Claire used all her strength to stop Tristan.

After hitting the man fiercely several times, Tristan held Claire's hand while quickly running away. His grip made Claire feel his strength.

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Tristan pulled the passenger side door open. Claire sat in. Tristan started the engine, and the car was pulled away.

In the passenger's seat, Claire looked at him in silence. She hadn't calmed down yet. Seeing the reddened, swollen back of his right hand, she felt sorry.

Tristan was still furious, frowning deeply. A while later, he checked on Claire and asked, "Are you OK?" Then he noticed she was gazing at him in a daze.

It turned out Claire had been staring at him all the time. Tristan couldn't help wondering what she was thinking about.

Claire immediately shook her head and withdrew her gaze. "Thank you, Tristan," she said sincerely, feeling terribly sorry for him.

Tristan didn't reply. He parked his car next to the river bank and unbuckled the seat belt. "Shall we have a walk?" Claire suddenly recalled that she had promised to tell him her answer, wondering if he wanted her response now.

She followed him to get off and wanted to tell him her decision. In her opinion, love was serious and couldn't be fooled. In fact, she had already had an answer to his question.

The view around the river bank was beautiful. Opposite was the well-known Marsh Group. Looking at the river while enjoying the breeze, Claire felt she had such a day in her life before.

While walking, the two recalled their experience in New York in unison. Under the policemen's noses, Claire smashed Parker with her suitcase. Then Tristan also held her hand and ran away with her like this.

"Have you considered my question, Claire?" Tristan stopped mid-step, turned around, and gazed at her seriously.

Claire paused her pace and looked into his eyes. She had an answer already but hesitated about how to tell him.

While she was hesitant, Tristan gestured to stop her. "Enough." He made Claire bite back the words on her tongue, which surprised her.

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Tristan flinched as he had guessed what was in her mind from her expression and hesitation. He knew she would reject him. That was what he had expected.

Gazing at her eyes, Tristan repeatedly flinched. "Claire, please consider it again. Don't rush. I'm patient to wait for your answer." With those words, he immediately turned away, afraid Claire would tell him the cruel answer. He couldn't accept it.

Staring at his receding figure, Claire felt a sharp pang in her heart, her mind jumbled. However, she had no idea what to do. In her opinion, she should make it clear to him, but Tristan wouldn't accept it or give her a chance to tell him.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Claire pulled it out and saw Rowan's caller ID. She swiped to answer.

Not far from her, Tristan turned around to look at her while standing next to his car. "Claire, | like you. | want to be your boyfriend!" he yelled.

Not only Claire but also Rowan on the other end of the line heard his confession.

Pinching her phone, Claire looked at Tristan with mixed feelings.

After confessing his love, Tristan got in his car. The vehicle roared away immediately.

In the office, Rowan quietly hung up the phone. He picked up his coffee mug and gulped down the rest coffee in one go. Then he put his phone into his pocket and picked up his notebook and pen before leaving the office.

He was heading for a ward round.

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