Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Rowan didn't continue. It had been seven years. How could he tell Ivan everything in only a few lines?

"Mr. Marsh, I hope you can treat her well." Rowan took a sip of the wine, his eyes glittering with solemnness. "I like her and worship her. If you cannot do it, please return her to me."

He could only speak those words after drinking the wine, and his tone was half-joking.

Ivan was surprised, staring at him.

Rowan looked into his eyes. Time seemed to have paused.

Afraid he would misunderstand, Rowan smiled and added, "Anyway, she's an outstanding woman. She has many admirers besides you."

Ivan didn't deny that he was one of her admirers.

If not, he wouldn't have come to Rowan's house or asked him about her life in the past seven years.

However, Ivan wondered when he started to like Jennifer.

He had no idea.

After a while, Rowan sipped the wine and asked thoughtfully, "Do you know who Darcie is?"

Ivan thought for a moment and asked, "The famous pharmacist Darcie?"

glimmering with worship. "She's your wife, Mr.

Ivan looked shocked.

calm and seldom shocked

think he needed to doubt Rowan's

you

his

did she stay in the village?" Ivan

gently, "You can ask her

The Marsh Group.

out of the lobby, feeling the night breeze. She felt

sat in the driver's seat. When she looked at the window of Ivan's office, she saw the light

in the past several years, a pain rising in her

stunning and excellent she must be so that his gaze

her phone brought her

person on the other end said, "Hello, Ms. Collins. The suit you designed for Mr. Marsh has been tailored. Would you like us to deliver it to your company, or would

company at seven

"All right, Ms. Collins."

conversation, Catherine started the engine, heading for Rowan's

recalled that Ivan would

they could meet, it wouldn't be awkward as Rowan would be there. Probably,

he rode the roller coaster with Jennifer and even vomited. He took Jennifer to the police station