Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1553: A Woman Who Wants To Get Close

Chapter 1553: A Woman Who Wants to Get Close

At this time, Ivan was in the group office, processing documents. His phone rang with a notification sound. After a while, he picked up his phone and opened it to read the text Tristan had sent carefully.

From the text, it was not difficult to see Tristan's anxiety and worry. What was happening with Rowan?

Ivan tapped the screen with his fingers and quickly replied to Tristan with six words: "Family matters, don't worry."

Upon receiving the message, Tristan was very confused, but he immediately held up his phone screen for Claire to see, letting her read the message.

Claire glanced at Tristan, then looked back at the screen in front of her and read the words carefully.

She saw the message Tristan had sent to Ivan, and also Ivan's understated reply.

"Family matters?" She looked back at Tristan again, puzzled, "Is Rowan from this country?"

Tristan put away his phone, "Maybe." Recalling the situation just now, it didn't seem like they were arresting him either.

Because the information came from Ivan, it could reassure Claire to some extent.

She knew Rowan and Ivan were good friends, and he used to be his private doctor.

If something really happened to Rowan, with Ivan's capabilities, he would not stand by and do nothing.

Monica put her arm around Claire's shoulder and looked at Violet with a smile, “Auntie, can Claire stay here today? I'll chat with her here and take her home in the afternoon, okay?"

Violet also regained her composure. She glanced at Monica and saw the kindness in her eyes, so she didn't object too much. "Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

Because Claire was in a bad mood, Violet felt that being comforted by a peer might be better.

“It's no trouble at all, we're friends, we slept together last night!" Monica said on purpose.

Violet was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the girl again. She just saw her face as calm as water, with a faint smile.

Violet nodded. "Well." Then she looked at her son beside her, "Finnley, let's go.” Then she looked at Tristan again and said with complicated feelings, "Sorry for disturbing you."

"Auntie, please go slowly,” Tristan said very calmly and politely. "We'll take Claire home."

Violet's mouth curved up slightly. She turned around and walked out of the living room. She still felt regretful. Tristan was such a good man, how could she not hold onto him?

He was polite and handsome, and always gave a strong sense of security no matter when.

But now, Violet clearly understood that Claire had lost this blessing.

On the same morning, in a townhouse in the villa complex.

With Monica not around, the whole house was Belinda's kingdom, free for her to do as she wished.

She had finally found her daughter's recipes and bought a lot of ingredients. She was busy cooking in the kitchen now.

Yes, she was going to cook soup too.

Two hours passed quickly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of mushroom chicken soup.

Just smelling it made one hungry. The color was also very good. The soup was thick. She was very happy to ladle the cooked chicken soup into an insulated bowl without spilling a drop, and couldn't bear to taste it herself.

Then she carried the insulated bowl and went out the door.

The car headed towards Algerone's company -

Yes, Belinda cooked chicken soup for Algerone. Perhaps because last night's chat was quite pleasant, although they didn't talk about feelings, it brought the relationship between them closer in an imperceptible way. She was driving with a smile on her face, and couldn't help imagining his reaction when he saw her later. He must be very happy too, right? Being single for so many years, he must still have feelings for her in his heart, right?

Belinda couldn't help but recall when the power went out last night, he had protected her in his arms and told her not to be afraid. At that moment, it truly awakened all her sleeping memories in an instant.

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