Chapter 1353: Tristan probably likes her too, right?
The bookstore, with five storefronts, was located next to a bank, and through the clean floor-to-ceiling
windows, the warm yellow lights inside were visible.
Rows upon rows of wooden bookshelves were neatly filled with various famous works.
The bookstore was veryrge, elegantly and stylishly decorated, and had aplete range of books
and reference materials.
It was also very quiet here, as today was a workday, adults had to work and children had to go to
school, so there were hardly any customers.
And the bookstore''s staff had chosen a corner to read their own books.
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After entering, Monica searched on her own, wondering which section the digital cards might belong to.
She scanned with her eyes.
As she searched through several rows of bookshelves and finally found the small red box containing
the cards, she was overjoyed, and the corners of her lips couldn''t help but reveal a smile.
Reaching for the box on top, she opened it and looked inside. The digital cards were new and the
printing was very clear.
And they were already in order.
"Oh, this one!" She turned around happily with the box, but collided with a solid, warm chest.
Her forehead bumped, and her body bounced back as Tristan caught her waist in one hand!
But the box in her hand was knocked out,nding on the ground with a tter, and more than a
hundred cards scattered like petals from a fairy.
Monica was stunned as she collided with his deep, cold gaze, and as their eyes met, she felt dizzy!
Tristan''s arm was wrapped around her soft body, unintentionally pressing his solid build against her
softness.
A salesperson heard the noise and hurried over, just in time to witness the scene behind the bookshelf.
Monica came to her senses, quickly stood up, and pushed him away.
Tristan also let go.
"I''m sorry, I''ll pick them up, and I''ll buy them!" Monica apologized to the salesgirl with a smile, covering
her inner panic, and then squatted down to pick up the small cards scattered all over the floor.
Perhaps it was Tristan''s presence that made the female sales staff stare, none daring to approach or
reproach, and they all turned and left one by one.
In general, it''s better not to disturb in such situations.
As Monica picked up the cards, a distinct hand appeared in her field of vision, and she looked up to see
Tristan squatting down as well, though he wasn''t looking at her.
She quickly averted her gaze, eager to clean up the mess. She wondered, wasn''t he busy? Why hadn''t
he left?
But she found... her heart was in disarray.
Her heart raced like a startled deer, but she struggled to maintain steady breathing, trying hard to
control her inner turmoil.
Monica didn''t need to know the answer anymore because he hade, and the answer was rted to
her.
As they picked up thest card, their fingers met, and their movements paused. Both of them looked up
at the same time, and in the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if everything hade to a
standstill.
Eventually, Monica let go, feeling as if she had been burned. Tristan collected thest card, and they
both stood up. He handed her the stack they had picked up, and she carefully ced them in a box
before walking to the cashier. Tristan followed behind her.
As he took out his phone, Monica pushed his hand away. "I''ll do it. I promised to buy this for Eason."
She handed over her phone, and with a beep, the payment was sessful. Tristan didn''t argue with
her over the small amount of money, and her thoughtfulness touched him inexplicably, but he didn''t say
anything.
They left the bookstore, and Monica didn''t dare look at him, but it seemed like she could feel his gaze.
Unsure of his thoughts, she asked, "Aren''t you in a hurry to get to thepany?" She changed the
subject. "Isn''t thepany on the way to the hotel?" he asked casually, then took a step forward.