Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1771: Intentionally Coming To Report

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In a nearby palace,

Rowan and Claire read Taylor's self-criticism, written with great sincerity and neatly arranged. It

contained apologies to his brother and to Claire.

As a writer, Claire had a strong ability in organizing her words. She felt that this self-criticism was of a

certain standard and came from Taylor's heart. At this moment, she completely forgave this boy.

"Or... you could just forgive him?"

Rowan sat in a chair, holding the self-criticism, looking it over and over. Claire leaned against him,

pressing her waist against his arm, and continued, "After all, you've already forgiven him in your heart,

it's just a matter of saying it."

Listening to her gentle and pleasant voice, Rowan remembered the play he had just performed with her

in bed because of Taylor, and to be honest, his mood wasn't that bad anymore.

He put down the self-criticism, gently took the girl's hand, and turned her around to sit on his lap,

staring at each other at close range.

She lowered her head slightly, her black hair conveniently covering both sides of her cheeks. Her nose,

like jade, and her thick black eyelasheswere so arresting that the more he looked, the more addicted

he became.

Unable to resist, Rowan cupped her cheek and kissed her lips involuntarily.

After leaving Prince Taylor, the royal physician went straight to the king's palace, pondering many

things along the way.

Arthur at the door bowed respectfully, "Royal Physician."

"I've come to see the king, how is his health?" The royal physician wore a charitable expression.

"The king is very well, he's in the study working on documents. Do you have urgent matters or are you

just here to see him?" Arthur said, "The king just went in, without an appointment, you may have to wait

for quite a while."

"Not urgent, I just came to check on him," the royal physician smiled. "I have time, I can wait."

Then Arthur had a servant prepare tea for him, and the royal physician sat on the sofa, waiting.

In the study not far away, the door was closed, the king had just taken some medicine, and his body

had improved somewhat, his overall spirits much better. The effect of the antidote seemed to have a

magical power.

He sat at his desk, with an open laptop, holding a mouse, carefully reviewing the documents.

About an hour later, the royal physician waiting outside heard footsteps and quickly stood up and

turned to look, "Your Majesty," he respectfully greeted.

"You've come?" The king walked over with his dragon-headed cane.

"How have you been lately, Your Majesty?" he asked eagerly, with a smile on his face. "Feeling much

better, I hope?"

"Yes."

The royal physician thought for a moment and wanted to get straight to the point, but at that moment,

the king looked outside and said, "The weather is nice, would you accompany me for a walk?"

Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

"Of course." The royal physician quickly took a few steps forward, carefully supporting his arm. "Please

be careful, Your Majesty."

"I'm alright, not that fragile, getting better day by day, hardly confined to bed during the day." The king

smiled, seeming in a very good mood. "I was just on the computer for a long time, need to go out and

relax to alleviate the fatigue."

"Balancing work and rest is most important for one's health." The royal physician accompanied him,

always wearing a smile.

In no time, the two of them walked out of the palace and into the dimly lit garden, surrounded by insect

chirps and bird calls, with the fragrance of flowers wafting in the air, making them feel refreshed.

"Your Majesty, there's something I'm not sure if I should mention." The royal physician hesitated,

wearing a troubled expression.

The king's voice was gentle and calm, "Go ahead."