Daphne was taken aback, her heart sinking.


    “You even returned to ask me. How shameless!” Violet chuckled, looking at her up and down in disdain. “I misunderstood it, but why didn’t you tell me the truth? You are NOT Dr. Watson’s girlfriend.”


    Daphne felt embarrassed and didn’t know how to exin, wishing to vanish immediately. After a few seconds, she turned away in dismay.


    The rke Group. An eye-catching and fashionablepany logo hung on the skyscraper, emanating energy and loveliness.


    The building was located in the prosperous downtown, and its French windows’ sses were painted light brown.


    The president’s office.


    Wearing a handmade shirt, Tristan stood upright before the window with his hands behind his back. He wasn’t talkative, and he looked mature with a strong aura. Right then, he intensely stared at the white clouds in the sky.


    ire’s naive face shed through his mind. He faintly heard her crisp voice, sounding like a nightingale singing in a midnight dream.


    A smile touched Tristan’s lips. His eyes were filled with tenderness.


    Subconsciously, ire had upied his heart. She was straightforward and knew how to clearly express her love and hate, pretty different from other girls.


    Tristan couldn’t help wondering what she was doing.


    Charity Medical Center. The white building shone under the sunlight.


    In the ward, Violet asked ire, “Why don’t you invite Dr. Watson for dinner tonight, ire? We must thank him as immediately as possible for showing our sincerity. It’s rude to dy it.”


    “It’s a workday…” ire wasn’t as active as Violet expected.


    “So what? He still needs to eat, right?” Violet smiled and prompted, “There are restaurants opposite the hospital. I’m sure he can make time for it.”


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    “Hurry! Don’t just stand there. Go ask him,” Violet urged her. “He canpletely cure my gastric problem. We must appreciate his help. I’m a patient. You can’t let me invite him, can you?”


    ire was in a dilemma. Although Violet’s words made sense, she thought it was too abrupt to invite him for dinner. She felt too awkward.


    “Hurry! Go! Go! Go! Don’t just stand there dully.” Violet was anxious, sitting up on the bed. “Do you really need me to invite him personally? I’ll press the service button then.”


    “No, Aunt Violet, lie down. I’ll go. I’ll go.” ire hurriedly tucked her into the quilt. “I’ll go to ask him now.”


    “That’s better,” Violet smirked.


    Therefore, ire left the ward helplessly and walked to Rowan’s office. At the door, she didn’t see him inside, thinking he was indeed fully packed.


    When she turned away, she almost bumped into Rowan again.


    Wearing a doctor’s gown, Rowan looked like a saint. Staring at her calmly, he asked, “What’s the matter?”


    The atmosphere was awkward, as his tone was aloof.


    “Uh… Are you free this evening?” ire raised her head, blinking. “I want to invite you for dinner.”


    Rowan didn’t answer, gazing at her without blinking.


    ire didn’t know what he was thinking but felt embarrassed. Her brain worked crazily fast. The next second, she exined, “My aunt seems to like you very much.” She implied Violet asked her to invite him.


    “How about you?” Rowan asked.


    His questions tightened her heart. They still looked into each other’s eyes. Time seemed to pause.


    ire wondered what he meant.


    Rowan withdrew his gaze. “Come to my office at 6 P. M.” Then he bypassed her and entered his office with sparing a nce at her. This time, he didn’t ask her to move.


    ire was taken aback at the door for a long while. While heading back to the ward, she felt weird, her mind jumbled. “What did he mean by saying those words just now? ‘What about you?''” she muttered to herself.


    ire was confused. Suddenly, she wondered if he had flirted with her.