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Chapter 1239 I'll Let Go of It "You'll know your current feeling is an illusion after meeting the right one." Claire beamed at him and continued affirmatively, "Although | haven't dated many boys, I've seen a lot of cases and written many romance . | believe my analysis makes sense." Tristan couldn't have any other option now. "Claire, to be honest, I've never had the sfeelings for another girl before. It's wonderful, and I'm also delighted about it." Unfortunately, Claire didn't have any special feelings for Tristan.
Therefore, love by mutual consent was pretty rare. Since Claire had found it, she decided to cherish the man.
Tristan parked his car outside the gate of Russell's Residence. He turned to her and said, "Claire, | hope you'll be happy." "Tristan, | hope you can let go of it." They looked into each other's eyes. Tristan replied, "I'll let go of it after you've bechappy." Claire didn't answer, mixed feelings in her heart. She could feel how deep his love and reluctance were.
"Cheer up, Claire." Tristan pretended to be relaxed. "You looked gorgeous when smiling." Claire curled her lips into a smile, got off, and waved at him goodbye. "You will be happy, and so will I." "Promise." "See you." Tristan watched her trot into the yard like a rabbit, his eyes intense. He suddenly becsentimental, somehow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince he couldn't gain her heart, he decided to guard her like a friend. After all, a friendship could last forever. If they dated, they might break up. People seldom married their first boyfriends or girlfriends. Besides, the divorce rate was pretty high.
After Claire entered the living room, Tristan returned to the present and drove away.
Jennifer used the best ointment on him. After the medicine took effect, the bruises faded off Tristan's face.
When Tristan went to work, no one could tell he had experienced a fight.
The morning was the sas usual.
After entering his office under the morning sunlight, Tristan sat at his desk. Keven strode in while holding a file folder. "Morning, Mr.
Norwell. Here are all the documents you need." Tristan took the folder over, quickly opened it, and browsed each copy quickly. "How about the agreement?" He looked up at Kevin.
"Draft the negotiated agreements. Make two copies." "It's still under printing." "OK." Tristan put the documents back.
After a thought, Kevin asked, "Mr. Norwell, would you like to take a few subordinates with you?" "No, thanks." Tristan didn't change his mind. "I'm not going for a war. | also want to go on a trip after going abroad." Kevin didn't insist. After all, he could tell Tristan had been in a poor mood recently. "Your flight will take off at 3 P. M. today. Wish you a pleasant journey, Mr. Norwell. Don't forget your passport." "Ehn." Tristan still worked as usual in the morning.
On the other side, Rowan was lost in thought while working.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTristan could have fought with him despite his public image just because of Claire. After all, he had taken over the Clarke Corp not long ago. If the paparazzi exposed it on the news, his reputation would be ruined definitely.
Rowan couldn't help wondering how much Tristan liked Claire.
1PM.
A coffee shop at the airport terminal building was full of youngsters, who were waiting to board their flights. They all dressed up fashionably. Most of them wore earplugs while sipping coffee to avoid being interrupted. Therefore, the coffee shop was quiet, although fully packed.
"Lady Monica is over there," a man in a suite exclaimed excitedly while pointing into the coffee shop at the door.
Monica, reading a fashion magazine on a window seat, looked up, only to find the man rushing towards her. She immediately grabbed the suitcase next to her and was about to run away.
When she turned around, she bumped into a firm chest. Rubbing her painful forehead, she raised her head. "Dad?"