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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1614
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Chapter 1614: A Rejection in One Breath

For a few seconds, Rowan felt an intense aversion, as if his flowers had been tarnished by cow dung.

But Claire quickly averted her gaze and looked at Taylor with composure.

Politely, she said to him, "I'm not interested in horseback riding, and | don't have the time." She offered him a courteous smile,

then continued walking towards the stairs.

"What are you interested in, then?!" Taylor called after her, a little stubborn. Everyone present could see that the prince had taken

a liking to the female translator.

Claire furrowed her brow slightly and answered without looking back, "I'm not interested in anything! | love studying!"

Although Rowan remained expressionless, his gaze seemed to carry a hint of ice as he watched Taylor's departing figure.

A brief awkwardness filled the palace.

Everyone understood that the translator wasn't interested in Prince Taylor. They just wondered if Prince Louis pursued her, would

she beinterested?

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After Claire left, the king sat down with his two sons. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at Louis on his left and then at Taylor on

his right.

"How are things going between you and Claire? Con, both of you, givean update," the king requested.

Taylor, with a gentle smile, withdrew his gaze from the corner where Claire had disappeared.

Bertie could see his son's thoughts with just one look. "Taylor, do you like Claire?" he asked.

Taylor looked at his father, momentarily unsure of how to respond. First, because Louis was present, and second, because Claire

was currently not available.

His liking seemed futile.

"Father, | simply like the type of girl she is," Taylor didn't hide anything, "but please rest assured that | will prioritize my studies."

The king had always been concerned about his studies.

"I see," the king nodded in satisfaction. Taylor had grown up a lot recently.

Then, the king's gaze shifted to Rowan. "And what about you, Louis? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Rowan shook his head. "No."

He couldn't say that he did. That would only invite unwanted attention, and eventually, his relationship status would be exposed.

Having a girlfriend was a weakness.

The king smiled in approval. "That's great." There seemed to be another meaning behind his smile.

Great?

Rowan looked at his father, confused. Then the king said, "General's daughter, Winnie, is still unmarried. She's about your age, and

she's been clever since she was a child. She's also good-looking. I'm thinking of introducing you two."

Rowan immediately declined, "Father, | have no interest in pursuing romantic relationships while you're still recovering. Please put

that idea aside. | don't want to meet her."

His response was textbook-perfect.

Taylor suddenly realized that his own answer had been lacking.

Luckily, his mother didn't hear it; otherwise, she would say he was not as good as Louis.

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"My illness doesn't affect you making friends," the king said, aware that his twas limited. He hoped to see his son get married

and fulfill a father's wish.

And with the general's support, his power would increase.

Soon after, Taylor received a phone call and bid farewell to his father. He got up and left.

The king looked out the window and took the opportunity to say to Rowan, "Louis, the weather is nice today. Accompanyfor a

walk by the lake, will you?"

"Okay." Rowan helped his father up, waiting for this very opportunity. He wanted to inform his father of Claire's true identity.

Then he would ask his father to cooperate with her investigation.

Father and son stood up, and as they were about to leave, Eden and Arthur instinctively followed.

The king stopped and looked at them. "Don't follow. Go and attend to your tasks. I'm doing well, no need to worry."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Arthur quickly brought a shawl and thoughtfully draped it over the king's shoulders. "Be careful not to catch a cold."