Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1400: They Are Also There

"If they are two people who truly love each other and have missed each other for so many years, that's truly a pity." Tristan

thought of the long years that had passed and felt a touch of sadness. "| feel that your mom is in your dad's heart, and she

occupies a very important position."

"My mom is just occasionally stubborn, otherwise they wouldn't have divorced. In other aspects, she's really great," the girl

affirmed.

At this moment, Monica's hand was still tightly held by Tristan.

She looked ahead, feeling the warmth from his palm and opened her heart to chat with him. "But after all these years, I'm not quite

clear about her true thoughts because she never talks toabout my dad and doesn't allowto mention him."

"That's because she cares," Tristan said. "Because she cares, there's still resentment."

She thought, perhaps... if that's the case, it's a good thing.

"So, should we help them?" Tristan turned his eyes, asking expectantly.

"How to help?"

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"They've been awkwardly getting along for so many years; now they both need a way out." Tristan took a mature perspective. "We

need to take it slow, think carefully at every step, or else we'll be doing more harm than good."

"So, after we cback, should we create opportunities for them?" Monica was full of anticipation.

"Yes."

"How exactly should we do that?"

He turned his eyes to her. "Letthink about it smore."

She looked at him, her eyes full of trust.

As the two chatted, their hands still held together. The girl's thoughts returned to herself, and she felt awkward again for no

apparent reason.

What did he mean by this?

Did holding her hand directly mean that he liked her?

And she didn't struggle, was that a kind of response?

Tristan was quite sure that this girl liked him.

Monica thought a lot along the way, until her cheeks turned slightly red, feeling her sweaty palms, a little excited, and a little

nervous.

Tristan noticed her discomfort, so he let go of her hand, and the girl's tense nerves seemed to relax as well.

Sitting in his car, she felt uneasy but of course, also very happy.

This strange feeling was the feeling of falling in love.

In the relatively closed town, the stilted houses along the river had becthe biggest feature here. They were very distinctive

and full of character. With the passage of tand the changes of the stars, they retained sof the older architectural styles.

Because it was not fully developed, there were not many tourists here. Half of the tourists who cspecially for this place were

here to see the scenery, and the other half were here to experience the culture.

It was a place with a strong cultural heritage.

In the early morning, amidst the hazy mist.

The winding paths on the other side of the river were faintly visible, and the green-tiled wooden buildings next to them seemed to

tell the stories of the town's prosperity a hundred years ago.

In the stilted house inn on this side, there was a room with two beds, bright yellow bedding and sheets, and a warm wooden house

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with heating. Even in winter, it didn't feel cold at all.

Claire stretched lazily, and her eyes opened in a daze. She suddenly becsober and had really slept enough.

The curtains behind the glass sliding door had a mediocre shading effect.

So there was still slight in the room, and she knew it was already daylight.

She tilted her head to the right and saw Rowan lying flat on the bed next door, his hands under his head.

Had he woken up too?

Claire looked at him and noticed that he was blinking, as if he was daydreaming and hadn't noticed that she was awake.

"Hey, Dr. Watson." she called softly.

Rowan turned his eyes to her at the sound, meeting the girl's smiling gaze.

She said to him, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Then the two smiled at each other, got up, and washed up.

The thoughtful innkeeper brought breakfast to their room; they were staying on the third floor.

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