Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1863: What Is Regret?

Chapter 1863: What is Regret?

Claire's heart softened. Although she married him, she truly, deeply loved him... Sometimes she didn't know how to love him the right way.

He was never meant to belong to her alone. In the hospital, he was a doctor, belonging to the patients.

In Lu Layeka, he was the king of all people.

"Claire," Rowan, who understood psychology, softly asked, "Do you feel that you love me more than I love you?"

Claire's eyes welled up with tears as she was asked this question that struck a chord in her heart.

She pursed her lips, a hint of a smile on her face. Looking up from his embrace, she sensibly replied, "I know that it's because you're busy, not because you don't have me in your heart. If you didn't love me, why would you have married me?"

"I love you, and you can confirm it anytime," Rowan said, lifting her face gently and lightly kissing her lips...

In Rowan's heart, he felt indebted to Claire.

During their time in Arkpool City, he often prioritized work, spending most of his time in the hospital, without even a proper date.

In the early stages of Lu Layeka, he focused on treating his father's illness and finding the hidden culprit, pretending not to know Claire.

But he loved her, and for the rest of his life, he would prioritize her... strive to live a good life and be a good husband.

At dusk.

Tristan and Monica finished another set of wedding photos, taken by the lake, with a fresh and slightly playful style.

For them, it wasn't tiring at all. It was like changing into beautiful clothes, wearing different makeup, and traveling around while a photographer captured the moments.

They didn't pose formally, which resulted in exceptionally good photos.

"Monica, let's see which of the 100 little things between couples we can also do in Lu Layeka. We can use this time to accomplish some of them," Tristan said, enjoying their time together. Sitting on a rock, he put his arm around her shoulder and looked at her. "What do you think?"

"That sounds good. We can do everything here. Shall we choose randomly?" she also wanted to get married.

"Alright."

Monica thought for a moment, unable to resist looking at him, she reached out and gently caressed his face. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"When you saw my brother marry Claire, did you feel a little... a little regret?"

Bringing up the past again?

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Facing the girl's gaze, Tristan didn't dismiss it. He looked at her with a serious expression and said, "I have no regrets. I have never been with her. But if your father wasn't so open-minded, I, a mere insignificant person, wouldn't have been able to marry you. That would have been my lifelong regret."

"What are you talking about?" The girl pounded his chest with her hand. "Who's an insignificant person? Don't you know how outstanding you are? Do you think I would like you if you weren't exceptional? I'm not shallow, just looking at appearances. I mainly look at the soul!"

"Can you see the soul?" He cupped her face with his hand, leaning closer to her, teasingly asking, "What is the soul? What does the soul look like?"

"Oh my goodness!" The girl's cheeks were almost distorted from being held. "Your soul is about to float away. Let go!"

But Tristan held her tightly in his embrace. "Don't mention Claire anymore in the future. She's our sister-in-law. People always look back after experiencing certain things and people. The initial infatuation may have been an illusion or not profound enough. It shouldn't affect our future life together."