Chapter 1379: The Air Is Filled With The Scent Of Love


    Chapter 1379: The Air is Filled with the Scent of Love


    For a moment, Monica wondered if Eason was somehow helping her get closer to Tristan. It seemed


    that he couldn''t do without her, giving her more opportunities to interact with her crush. Even if they


    weren''t in a romantic rtionship, as long as she was by Tristan''s side, and there were no other


    women around him, she felt a sense of love, as if he belonged to her.


    As they left the hospital, Monica''s happiness had reached its peak. So, she considerately told Tristan,


    "You can go back to thepany. I don''t want to hold you back any longer. I can go back to the hotel


    by myself."


    Tristan didn''t say anything. He simply opened the passenger''s side door of the car and looked at her


    with warm, determined eyes. Monica hesitated for a moment, meeting his gaze, and time seemed to


    stand still. She looked at him and then at the open door. Tristan didn''t say anything; he was just waiting


    for her to get in.


    Not wanting to waste any more of his time, Monica pursed her lips and quickly walked towards him, her


    heart pounding as she got into the passenger seat. The corner of Tristan''s lips curved into an almost


    imperceptible smile as he closed the door for her and walked around the car to sit in the driver''s seat.


    He was tall and slender, with thick, prominent eyebrows that gave him a naturally refined and


    meticulous air. He started the car, and Monica nced at him. His eyshes were long and dark, like


    ck feathers, and his eyes were deep and ck.


    Throughout the drive, the car''s speed remained steady. A gentle breeze fluttered in through the


    window, stirring Monica''s hair and making her heart flutter. Time seemed to fly by when she was with


    him. Neither of them broke the silence.


    Perhaps these sweet, silent moments were enough for both of them. There was no need for words; just


    being together was enough. It wasn''t until the car came to a stop outside the hotel that Monica


    snapped out of her reverie. She looked out the window, then back at Tristan. "Thank you," she said.


    Her politeness made him feel distant. "I''ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Pack your things," Tristan told


    her. "We''ll be gone for about a week."


    "A whole week?" Monica was slightly taken aback but thrilled inside. "Do you have the time?" Tristan


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    frowned, slightly puzzled.


    "No, no, I''m free," she assured him, more than eager to go.


    He smiled at her, and she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. "See you tomorrow!"


    she called, waving at him before closing the door.


    As the car drove away, Monica turned and headed towards the hotel lobby, her heart leaping with joy.


    The Maybach headed in the direction of the rke Corp. Tristan''s gentle expression vanished as he


    checked his phone. His deep eyes narrowed at the sight of 32 missed calls.


    They were all from Kevin. Tristan had silenced his phone earlier. He didn''t call back right away. Instead,


    he put the phone down, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and elerated.


    Humming a tune, Monica bounced her way through the hotel lobby. The receptionist cautiously nced


    at her before picking up the phone and dialing a number. As Monica entered the elevator, the call


    connected, and the receptionist quietly reported, "Mr. Swain, the youngdy has returned."


    "Is she alone?"


    "Yes, she just went upstairs and entered the elevator."


    "Alright. If they don''te down for dinner, prepare the dishes ording to the menu. I''lle and


    deliver it personally."


    "Understood."


    The call ended. Algerone Swain was doing his best to please Belinda, for the sake of his daughter''s


    happiness. He had once married this woman and knew her well. She had a sharp tongue but a soft


    heart, and with some time and effort, he could win her over.


    In the elevator, Monica pondered a question: should she tell Belinda that she would be away for a


    week? If she didn''t exin, would Belinda think she was sneaking around? And then me Tristan for


    everything?


    But if she told the truth, there was a high chance Belinda wouldn''t approve, right?