Chapter 1377: Tristan Asks Her Out
Chapter 1377: Tristan Asks Her Out
The girl unintentionally caught a glimpse of his iing call from the corner of her eye. It was Kevin,
and he had rejected the call, but she didn''t say anything. Her heart felt inexplicably warm, just like the
sun of that day.
The early winter streets were lined with trees. As the wind blew,rge patches of leaves remaining on
the branches fell, resembling dancing butterflies. The scene was bleak yet pleasing to the eye.
The dappled sunlight shone selflessly on them.
Eason was a child, and he didn''t talk much. From time to time, he used the support of both sides to lift
his whole body, and asionally kicked therge patches of leaves on the ground with his little feet.
His thoughts were empty, and he had no worries.
"Is it tiring to take care of a child?" Tristan started a conversation, ncing at the girl.
"Not tiring at all. I think children are fun and innocent," she said with a beaming smile. "Sometimes,
when talking with Eason, you''ll find it''s a kind of spiritual baptism."
Except for Jennifer asionally taking him out for a stroll, he had no chance to leave the hospital and
was confined there day after day.
So Eason was extraordinarily happy today!
Tristan took the opportunity to ask the girl beside him, "Have you been busytely?"
Monica looked at him, but he was looking straight ahead. Who was he asking? It couldn''t be Eason, so
she quickly regained herposure. "Not busy, what''s up?"
She was delighted and somewhat expectant. Was he going to ask her out?
"I have to go on a business trip to a nearby town. My assistant is quite busy recently, so..." As he
spoke, Tristan finally looked at her. "Could you apany me there?"
She was puzzled by his request. Why did he want her to go with him?
Although she was more than willing.
Tristan realized it was abrupt and quickly exined, "There''s a project there, and sometimes, from a
girl''s perspective, you might be able to give me some advice."
This exnation made Monica feel a little disappointed, but she still replied, "Sure, when?"
"How about tomorrow?" Tristan hadn''t actually arranged it yet, and he had a schedule for tomorrow.
However, since she agreed, he decided to postpone his ns.
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He said, "I''ll pick you up at the hotel lobby tomorrow, and we''ll take the high-speed train there."
"Alright."
Then they remained silent for the rest of the walk.
Monica felt that the sunlight was especially warm today, and she couldn''t help but smile.
Tristan''s mood was calm, perhaps rted to his slow-to-warm-up personality.
At this point, Belinda, who had been waiting at the hotel, couldn''t wait for her daughter to return. She
grew angrier and angrier as she thought about it. How uncontroble her daughter had be as she
grew up!
Since she didn''t need the housekeeper to clean the room, the roses scattered at the door were still
there, bing somewhat dry and wilted from dehydration.
The sight of the roses stung her eyes.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Belinda collected her thoughts and got up to open the door, thinking
it was her daughter returning.
Unexpectedly, it was Algerone Swain again!
Just as she instinctively tried to close the door, the scene from the morning yed out once more, and
the man''s raised palm blocked the solid door!
After a brief standoff, Belinda simply let go, and Algerone Swain smoothly entered the room.
He carried arge bag and walked toward the tea table. "Are you cultivating yourself? Can''t even eat a
meal?"
The woman turned her gaze, mmed the door shut, and coldly stared at him. "What''s wrong with
you? As a married man, do you n to squat in the hotel every day and observe my every move?"
"You''re the child''s mother, not someone else." He put the bag down and opened it. "Eat something first.
Women get angry in a vicious cycle, and it''s easy to get sick."
Belinda was indeed hungry. As soon as the covers were lifted from the few bowls, the aroma of the
dishes wafted out, stimting her taste buds.