Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1545

Chapter 1545: Encountered Them

Rowan Watson also knew Mya. He thought that with Mya around, the elders of the Russell family would be much calmer. She was a

girl who often cared for others.

"Claire, no matter what happens, we'll always be together, right?" Rowan Watson's voice was gentle, holding her hand and walking

forward, letting the snowflakes drift onto his shoulders.

"Mhm." The girl nodded firmly, "The biggest obstacle now is my aunt and uncle. If | were their biological daughter, maybe they

would let go."

She smiled, encouragingly saying to him, "But it's okay, | will keep trying! | will show them that | can be happy! | will write better

works, just givea little more time."

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Actually, the biggest obstacle now was not her parents, but...

Rowan Watson stopped, turning around to stand in front of her, his hands lightly on her shoulders, his gaze gentle as he looked at

her, "Claire, no matter what happens, | will unwaveringly go towards you, from all sides, remember this, wait for me."

Such a touching confession, coupled with this snowy night, was simply too romantic, just like a scene from a . But, it also

carried a hint of sadness that Claire did not notice.

Facing his affectionate gaze, Claire smiled, standing on her toes to kiss his lips, just a brief kiss, but it contained her deep love for

him.

"Dr. Watson, | love you, you can also repeatedly confirm with me." Claire tilted her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him,

like a little angel.

The two shared a smile, he nodded, "Alright, | will confirm with you."

He put his arm around her shoulders, leading her to keep moving forward, somewhat aimlessly, but each moment was very

precious to them.

"Are we going to keep walking like this tonight?"

"Not just tonight, we need to keep walking like this forever..."

As they walked, they inevitably saw two familiar figures, Tristan and Monica appeared in Rowan Watson and Claire's sight.

Tristan and Monica also happened to see them.

The pure snowflakes were still falling, fluttering around.

Everyone continued walking, stopping only when they were less than two meters apart.

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Their gazes met, all four of them smiling. It had been a long tsince they had seen each other, though they were in the same

city, everyone was busy with their own things, such is adulthood.

Then, at Tristan's suggestion, they all decided to go to a restaurant for hotpot, a winter staple.

The 'Spicy Red' hotpot restaurant near the square, with its vibrant and festive decor, was full of the New Year spirit.

A group of young waitstaff, wearing red aprons, displayed considerable enthusiasm as they intermittently chanted slogans, infusing

the winter with a vibrant energy. They ordered a Yin-Yang hotpot and sufficient portions of meat and vegetables. Despite the

restaurant being busy with many customers, mostly young couples, the waitstaff were quick to serve.

"Congratulations to you," Claire opened a can of beer, raising it for a toast, sincerely wishing them a lasting relationship and an

early marriage. Monica and Tristan, along with Rowan Watson, popped open cans of Sprite, as Rowan would need to drive later.

"Claire, you drink?" Monica looked at her in surprise, "I accept your blessing, thank you!"