Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1403: I'll Listen to You

Chapter 1403: I'll Listen to You

Two people who clearly still cared about each other had lived separately for so many years, all because of their mutual pride. In the quiet of the night, when they looked back, would their hearts ache as well?

"Let nature take its course," Algerone Swain sighed softly. With a helpless smile, he felt he had done his best, and now it was time to leave the rest to fate. He turned his gaze to the woman beside him, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you for today."

The middle-aged woman nodded and met his gaze. "I'll leave now. I hope one day we can all sit down together and have a reunion dinner."

"If we really do get back together, it will be thanks to you," Algerone Swain said humbly, his vision grand. "I hope you'll put in a good word for me when you speak to her."

"I will, for sure."

After chatting briefly, Mrs. Fritz said, "You can continue with your work, no need to see me out." She turned around and left, driving away shortly after.

Algerone directed the workers unloading the seedlings in the yard and even helped with the transplanting. He could imagine the courtyard full of blooming roses in a month or two.

In the quiet ancient town, the sky was gray; the weather would change soon. The distant scenery was shrouded in mist, like a hazy silhouette emerging from the clouds.

Daphne Wells took a large number of white pills in the inn, gulping water to wash them down. She clutched the blanket, her agitated mood finally subsiding. When she recovered and pushed open the glass door to the balcony again, the neighboring balcony was silent. She couldn't hear any sound.

It was strangely quiet.

Her brows furrowed, she gripped the railing tightly, mustering the courage to lean out over the river. Peering past the wooden partition separating the balconies, she saw no one on the neighboring balcony. Only the two stuffed bears sat nestled together on the sofa, as if smiling at her. The curtains were not drawn, and the glass door was closed. The room was empty.

Daphne Wells looked closer and saw two beds! She held her breath, puzzled. Was it a twin room? Both beds had been used, so they hadn't slept together?

Somehow, seeing this scene, she felt inexplicably happy, and her furrowed brows relaxed.

At this moment, after breakfast, Rowan held Claire's hand as they strolled through the narrow ancient lanes, as if they had traveled back a hundred years, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Whenever they found a suitable spot for a photo, Rowan would become a photographer, with Claire as his model. She was happy, and so was he.

Under his lens, Claire was sometimes elegant and sometimes playful, each photo incredibly beautiful.

"Let me see!" She happily ran towards him, linking her arm with his as they walked and looked at the photos in the camera.

"How do they look? Are they all beautiful?"

"Yes." She was very satisfied and looked at him admiringly. "The camera is good, and Dr. Watson's photography skills are great!"

"Isn't it mainly because the model is beautiful?"

"Hehe."

Since Rowan was really busy, Claire would replace it difficult to see him even once if she didn't go to the hospital. So she cherished the time they spent together these few days.

"Shall we go eat barbecue later?" Claire asked expectantly. "I want to do 100 little things with you, and eating barbecue in the ancient town is the first."

Were all novelists so thoughtful? How long would it take for him to accompany her through 100 little things, given how busy he was?

"Dr. Watson, what are you thinking about?"

He gently patted her head with his considerable height advantage. "I'll listen to you."