Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1685: Catherine'S Fear

Chapter 1685: Catherine's Fear

Claire was not a romantic person. She simply fell deeply in love with someone and was willing to give up everything, even her own life, for him.

"You look exhausted..." She gently held his face in her hands, noticing the dullness in his complexion and the stubble on his chin.

She felt genuine heartache, her heart on the verge of breaking.

"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself, okay?" Claire looked at him with sadness, her crystalline tears rolling down once again.

Rowan couldn't bear to see her cry. He gently cupped her face and lovingly kissed away the tears that welled up in her eyes.

Writers are naturally empathetic, kind-hearted, and always considerate of others. They are more sensitive than others and have a tender exterior.

Sometimes they can feel upset for a long time just by seeing a cat shedding fur...

Rowan's kiss gradually warmed Claire's body and also warmed his heart.

Claire stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss his chin, kissing away the prickly stubble... and then his lips.

The two embraced and kissed each other once again, their hearts drawing closer.

Meanwhile, in Catherine's palace, one of her subordinates approached her and whispered something in her ear.

Catherine furrowed her brow upon hearing it, then waved her hand at him.

The subordinate bowed and turned to leave.

Jolie looked at her and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Catherine replied, "Mr. Marsh took Miss Claire to see Louis, and they haven't come out for twenty minutes."

Jolie pondered for a moment and guessed, "Could they be having tea? After all, the prince extended an invitation."

Catherine thought to herself that if these twenty minutes were extraordinary, then they must have a lot to discuss. This woman seemed inexplicably anxious.

"No, Mr. Marsh must not be swayed by Louis. Let's go and see for ourselves!" Catherine couldn't contain her impatience and took quick strides toward the door.

"Your Highness!" Jolie, the voice of reason, hurriedly caught up with her. "How will you explain your sudden visit? Going there without a valid reason will raise suspicions! How do you plan to handle it?"

." Catherine stopped in her tracks. Jolie had a point, but she felt a deep sense of discontent and wanted to see the situation for herself.

She couldn't let Louis win over Mr. Marsh!

Jolie stood by her side and reminded her, "Your Highness, if you go, Prince Louis will suspect you of sending someone to spy on him. Given the current situation, it's better not to offend him."

"..." Catherine turned her gaze, feeling frustrated, and asked, "So what should we do now? Let them have a pleasant conversation? Louis may seem like someone who only cares about superficial matters, but he is definitely not a fool."

"I also think he is inscrutable," Jolie pondered. "He's too calm."

Catherine's eyes turned fierce, her tone icy. "In any case, the throne must never fall into his hands."

"Let's go see the king now," Jolie suggested. "It's been a while since you last visited."

The woman finally calmed her emotions a bit and let out a sigh. "Let's go." She took a step forward.

Jolie followed behind.

Meanwhile, in the king's palace.

The bedroom was incredibly spacious, with extravagant decorations and gilded splendor everywhere.

Exquisite sculptures were displayed on the showcase, and the enormous oil paintings were all masterpieces.

On the grand bed, the king struggled to prop himself up, coughing violently. Several servants attended to him anxiously. He had just given an order not to call a doctor.

The servants could only support him, hold a handkerchief for him, and provide a spittoon. Everyone was filled with anxiety.

"Cough... cough!" The king felt like his lungs were about to be coughed out. Veins bulged on his forehead, and even breathing became difficult.