“OK, sir.”
Tristan can speak eight foreignnguages, and his voice was mellow.
In the following three hours, Tristan leaned against the seat back, and Monica leaned against his shoulder. He didn’t move a bit, although he felt soreness in his shoulder.
Peering out of the window, he couldn’t recall the happy scenes where ire and Rowan were together, and he felt frustrated.
In fact, ire and Monica had something inmon in their characters, but Tristan hadn’t realized it yet.
ire had no parents and stayed with her uncle’s family, but she was always strong, optimistic, and positive.
Monica’s parents divorced when she was little, but she was a sunny girl, unlike a child growing up in a single-parent family. Besides, she understood her parents’ choices and was kind-hearted.
When her father married another woman, Monica supported him.
Both ire and Monica were decent with kind hearts.
The taxi drove forward. Gradually, the rain stopped. Tristan could see the gorgeous setting sun in the sky. They were closer to Darci Manor more and more.
Tristan gently pulled out his phone from his pocket after hearing his ringing tone. Monica was woken up, opening her eyes sleepily. Then she heard Tristan’s mellow voice right next to her ear. “Hello, Mr. Hawson. Right. I’ll be there soon,” Tristan said gently.
Monica widened her eyes and sobered immediately. She sat upright in a hurry. When she turned to check on Tristan, she found him end the call.
Tristan looked at her calmly as if nothing had happened.
‘Mr. Hawson? Does he know Daniel’s father?’ Monica realized Tristan wasn’t following her as he indeed nned to go to Darci Manor.
“You took advantage of me, Ms. Swain,” Tristan reminded her, “You leaned against my shoulder, and it’s numb now.”
Monica felt embarrassed. Blinking, she calmed down and apologized, “I’m sorry.” For a moment, she couldn’t find any other words as she was still surprised by the coincidence.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
“It’s OK,” Tristan answered. Then he peered out the window to enjoy the sunset again.
Monica inwardly med herself for leaning against him earlier. She deliberately clung to the seat back before falling asleep. Chagrin filled her chest.
Fortunately, Tristan didn’t want to get even with her for that. The embarrassment faded off the air gradually.
The taxi continued going forward. Monica peered out the window next to her. She pressed it down and let the cool breeze in, feeling refreshed.
The setting sun colored the sky scarlet. Monica felt like being in a fairnd. Whenever watching the sun go down, she had many thoughts, wondering how many times the sun set and rose and how many people were parting or reuniting.
When the sun gradually vanished from the horizon, Monica always felt sentimental.
Darci Manor was on the east bank of a driver, which was built in thest century. It was located on a hill, and the house looked like a beautiful, vintage castle.
There were big gardens in the manor with over 100, 000 valuable nts and three artificialkes, on which there were bridges and passages.
Countless famous artworks, ssical statues, sets of books with limited editions, and eye-catching antiques were collected in the manor.
William personally owned Darci Manor and nned to enjoy his retirement life with his family there.
Her daughter, Daniel, would turn 18 years old the next day.
The banquet hall was decorated and prepared three days ago.
Daniel was mixed-blooded, following all the advantages of her parents’ genes. She was a well-known beauty in the upper ss. Besides, she was straightforward. Years ago, she met Monica when traveling abroad. Soon, they became besties.
Tristan went to Darci Manor for project cooperation with William. Zack told him William’s leg had been injured, so William had to cancel his trip to Arkpool City.
Soon, the taxi was pulled up to the manor gate. The rear doors were opened. Tristan paid the taxi fare.
“Let’s go dutch. I’ll wire you the moneyter.” Monica pulled out her suitcase from the trunk while speaking. She didn’t expect him to be William’s guest.