Chapter 1575


    "Mr. Hans, the Fifth Princess is back. The king asked me to check if you would want to pick her up


    personally. He said this is something that has to be dealt with anyhow, and it''s better to solve it


    sooner thanter."


    Tristan had mixed emotions after hearing the captain''s words. Nathaniel, Mango, and everyone else


    started tough.


    "Tristan, hurry up and go. You''ll have to do it anyways."


    For the first time, Tristan felt that Mango was no longer cute.


    "You''ve been badly influenced by Nathaniel. If Prisci kills me, think about the people who will be in


    mourning."


    After saying that, Tristan stood up with a snort and walked outside as if he was sentenced to death.


    Mango was stunned for a moment. Then, she remembered Rainie, Prisci, as well as Barney.


    These people needed Tristan to perform surgery on them.


    "Honey, why don''t we help my brother?" "It''smon for husband and wife to have fights. What are


    you going to do there? Do you want to be a third wheel?"


    Nathaniel refused immediately.


    Mango thought about it and agreed. The two of them hadn''t seen each other for almost two years. It


    was indeed not easy.


    "Shall we go and rest? It''s been a tiring journey. It will be even more tiring when Desmond and the


    others arrive at night."


    Nathaniel''s words made Mango blush.


    "No, I want to apany my parents."


    Would she not know what his intention was?


    She didn''t want Nathaniel to wear her out.


    Nathaniel felt depressed after being rejected.


    "My dear wife, you promised me."


    "When did I agree?"


    Mango refused to admit to it.


    Queena could not stand it anymore.


    "Your dad and I will go out for a walk. Feel free to do whatever you want."


    She then tugged at Dennis after finishing her sentence.


    Dennis was not very willing, but his wife insisted on going out. He could only stand up and then


    looked at Nathaniel and said, "Mango isn''t in good health. So please go easy on her."


    As soon as he said that, Mango almost felt like digging herself a hole.


    It seemed like everyone had figured it out!


    It was so embarrassing.


    Nathaniel smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, dad. I will take note."


    Mango gave Nathaniel a hard pinch.


    How thick-skinned was this man?


    Nathaniel didn''t seem to feel anything at all. He happily sent his parents- in-w out and then


    carried Mango up.


    "Put me down!"


    Mango felt like she was going to die of shame.


    But Nathaniel said with a smile, "It''s okay. We are an old-time couple now. Let them envy us."


    "Are you out of your mind? Who would be envious of you?"


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    Mango almost buried her head into Nathaniel''s chest.


    It was so embarrassing.


    Nathaniel couldn''t care less. He entered the room with his wife with satisfaction and then closed the


    door. Everyone should have guessed what happened after that.


    Tristan felt timid after he walked out of the pce. When he imagined Prisci''s reaction when she


    would find out the truth, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.


    Perhaps he should buy himself a tomb first.


    The captain of the guards who came out with Tristan saw his temperament and said with a smile,


    "Mr. Hans, the fifth Princess isn''t that powerful."


    "Yes, I know."


    Tristan was apletely different person in front of outsiders than with Mango and the others.


    Although he was still a little nervous, he didn''t say anything else and drove straight to the airport.


    When Prisci arrived at Ango, she felt an indescribable feeling.


    This was her hometown. Logically speaking, she should feel a sense of belonging. But because of


    Tristan''s incident, she didn''t want to step foot here. If Mango and Nathaniel hadn''t invited her, and if


    she hadn''t been worried that Lebanon woulde and visit her, there was no reason for her to


    come back.


    She had been living afortable life with the Hans family for the past two years.


    After Mateo got married, he went abroad for a vacation. Terrance, on the other hand, let her do as


    she pleased. Prisci felt the warmth she hadn''t experienced for a long time in the Hans family.


    As the wind messed up her long hair, she casually tied it up with a scrunchy. She looked around, but


    no one was there to pick her up.


    What was wrong with the captain of the guards?


    Did he get the timing wrong?


    Or was Lebanon too busy to be here?


    Prisci assumed that was the case and walked out with her suitcase. She nned to take a cab


    back when a ck Lincoln stopped in front of her.


    "Hey doll, do you need a cab?"


    Prisci heard a familiar voice and was taken aback that her mind went nk.


    Did she just hallucinate?


    Why did she hear Tristan''s voice?


    Prisci shook her head vigorously when the window of the Lincoln was rolled down, and she saw a


    familiar face.


    Tristan said cheekily, "Babe, do you need a cab? My service is for you any time and free of charge."


    Prisci rubbed her eyes repeatedly. After making sure that she wasn''t hallucinating, she frowned


    and said coldly, "Aren''t you going to help me with my luggage? Do I need to carry it on my own?"


    Tristan was stunned for a moment. He then quickly opened the door and got out of the car.


    "Let me do it!"


    Tristan opened the trunk and took Prisci''s luggage.


    When he identally brushed against Prisci''s finger, the warmth of his touch brought Prisci


    back to her senses.


    F*ck, he was really alive!


    Prisci''s eyes turned cold and headed straight to the driver''s seat.


    As soon as Tristan closed the trunk, the car dashed off like an arrow.


    "Damn it! Prisci, wait for me!"


    His wallet and phone were all in the car, and the airport was so far away from the pce. Was she


    expecting him to run back?


    Prisci responded to him in a cold voice.


    "Run back to the pce. If I find out that you took a cab, don''t ever think about getting in my bed!"


    After she said this, she rolled up the car window.


    Tristan wanted to cry.


    How was he going to run for more than 60 miles?


    His wife was so cruel!


    He wasn''t even given a chance to exin.


    Prisci didn''t care how Tristan felt. She was trembling all over, but she wasn''t sure if it was


    because she was excited or angry.


    Tristan''s phone was in the passenger seat, and he was still using the phone case that she had


    bought for him. She unlocked his phone and saw that his wallpaper was still their wedding picture.


    Prisci''s eyes immediately turned red.


    She had so many sleepless nights while she med herself for not being by Tristan''s side when he


    died. She wondered why he had never visited her in her dream in the past two years. But now that


    she knew that he was still alive, Prisci felt happy after all.


    It was great that he was alive!


    Prisci slowed down the car. From the rear-view mirror, she could see him running after the car.


    Her gaze was preupied with him.


    Two years!


    How could he bear not contacting her?


    Even if he had his reasons, was it so difficult to send her a message?


    Her heart was filled with joy but also a hint of anger.


    60 miles was nothing.


    She had been crying so much over the past two years. Who wouldpensate her then?