Chapter 1208 Conversation With Tristan


    Chapter 1208 Conversation With Tristan


    Staring at his reply, ire felt butterflies in her stomach, her heart hammering. A smile blossomed


    across her face.


    Rowan was always busy. He was either operating on his patient or answering the questions from the


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    patients'' families. However, he immediately replied to her after receiving the photo.


    ire was overjoyed and sent him a location.


    Shortly after, Rowan replied again, "Are you there alone?"


    ire didn''t want him to misunderstand she was with Tristan, so she hurriedly replied, "Of course. I''m


    alone."


    Rowan didn''t respond in the following five minutes. Sitting on the rock, ire was upset while staring at


    the phone screen to wait for his message, wondering if she had interrupted him and what he was


    doing.


    While she regretted sharing the photo with Rowan, he messaged her again, "Be careful when you are


    out alone. Go back to the hotel early." Although he didn''t send her many words, every single one was


    full of concern.


    ire became delighted again. Curling up her lips into a smile, she sent, "Aren''t you busy?"


    "Yes."


    His reply made ire slightly embarrassed. The next second, he added, "I''m entering the operating


    room now."


    Reading it, ire was in a good mood, wondering if that meant he respected her by updating her about


    his status.


    "OK. Go ahead. Talk to youter," she replied to him.


    No more messages came in.


    Looking at the setting sun, ire guessed Rowan must have entered the operating room.


    Recalling his appearance while holding a scalpel, ire thought he was indeed charming. Like an


    angel, he helped the sick and was withpassion and the ability to save others'' lives.


    ire worshiped him and admired him.


    Sitting on the mountaintop, ire watched the sun gradually go down. Then she dialed Tristan''s


    number


    Tristan was thrilled when seeing her caller ID. He had just left the meeting room and stopped mid-step


    to answer the call. "Hello. ire?" He sounded tense, worried that she was in trouble again.


    "Are you busy, Tristan?" ire asked softly, standing up from the rock.


    "Nope. What''s the matter?" Tristan was excited as she had taken the initiative to call him.


    "Tristan, I must give you my answer. It cannot be dyed any longer," ire drawled apologetically.


    Tristan''s hammering heart sank.


    On the top of the mountain, ire looked in the distance and continued, "It''s my pleasure to be


    admired by you. Thank you, Tristan, but I have a crush already."


    "Rowan, isn''t it?" Tristan wanted to know who the man was.


    ire didn''t admit but her silence was the best answer.


    Tristan smiled, feeling bitter. Striding forward, he said, "He''s a doctor, so he''s super busy. If you want to


    be with him, you must be generous. I can understand you falling for him now. How about in the future?"


    "That will be my own business, then, Tristan." ire didn''t like to analyze the rtionship so rationally.


    "Love is irrational. Thank you again." Then she ended the call.


    She felt sorry, but sometimes, she couldn''t solve problems by simply an apology. It took time.


    Tristan had nned to actively pursue her, like sending her gifts and traveling with her. However,


    before his n was carried out, he was rejected. It was a heavy blow for him.


    ire followed two youngsters to go to the mountain bottom. She put on her earset and listened to the


    music, and the scene where Rowan wore a doctor''s gown appeared in her mind. He was professional,


    wise, clinical, and knowledgeable.


    He was like a ray of light--although he didn''t belong to her, he lit her up.