Chapter 1491: A Slower Rtionship Is Particrly Thoughtful
Chapter 1491: A Slower Rtionship Is Particrly Thoughtful
"Eh?"
The sudden change of topic left Monica taken aback. She thought she had misheard, and a brief
silence fell over the car.
She was pondering how to respond, while Tristan waited for her answer.
"I''ve never been in love," Monica turned her gaze, "But there is someone I like." In that moment, she
felt a surge of desire to confess her feelings, but she managed to restrain herself.
Tristan understood something from her gaze. He nced at her, then looked away and asked, "What
expectations do you have for your first love? For example, what would be your ideal love?"
She thought about it. Although she didn''t understand the meaning of his question, she was still willing
to share with him.
"I think love doesn''t follow a form," Monica was brave as she expressed her opinion, "In a lifetime,
one will meet countless people, but to encounter that kind of feeling, you really need fate."
"What kind of feeling?" Whether he genuinely didn''t understand or was pretending not to, the car was
moving very slowly, and Tristan asked this question.
Monica thought of certain moments, now wrapped in his coat again.
Her heartbeat began to race, "Whenever I think of him, I feel a joy that fills my heart."
She really didn''t know how to describe it. Before the most beautiful feeling, she was at a loss for words.
Perhaps that''s why there have been so many poems about love throughout history, each person''s
understanding is different.
Tristan understood this feeling. Just like now, whenever he thought of Monica, he too felt a joy that
filled his heart.
So, a joy that fills the heart was their understanding of love. It seemed he was on the same wavelength
as her.
Monica was waiting for him to speak, but a brief silence fell in the car again.
Until he parked the car in the courtyard in front of the small Western-style building, he didn''t say
another word.
Monica wanted to take off his coat, but was stopped by him just as he unbuckled his seat belt, "It''s
snowing heavily. Keep it on for now, don''t catch a cold."
After saying this, he got out of the car, and when he was taking out the transparent cylindrical storage
box from the trunk, she got out from the passenger seat.
"I can take it," she reached out to him, "Thank you."
"No need," Tristan, holding two ''big guys'', started walking towards the living room, "I''ll help you."
The girl watched his tall figure, thinking back to the question he asked in the car, she didn''t know what
he meant.
But for now, this feeling of not puncturing the paper window was quite nice.
She could feel Tristan''s affection for her, otherwise he wouldn''t have wasted so much time today.
Without ire as a major rival, Monica felt much more rxed and optimistic about the future, even if
the rtionship progressed slowly.
This slower rtionship was not impulsive, it was full of sincerity, and exceptionally thoughtful.
Coincidentally, Belinda wasn''t home at this time.
After Monica entered, she saw him carrying the storage box upstairs, she quickly followed him, wearing
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his coat, "First room on the left!"
"Okay!"
At this time, in the multi-purpose conference room of rke Corp, the room was heated, and heavy
snow was falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
On the long conference table, all theputers had slowly risen and turned on, in front of each
All of them were dressed in suits, sitting seriously.
Today''s meeting was about a new product that had encountered several problems as soon as it was
put into production,pletely different from expectations.
So everyone was serious, with an attitude of quickly solving the problem.
"Kevin, where on earth has Mr. Norwell gone? Why hasn''t hee back yet?"
Finally, the older Mr. Lee spoke up, asking, "At least give us an urate answer. It''s easy to have
traffic idents in this heavy snow. Where is he? Is he in the city?"