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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1245
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Chapter 1245 She Trusted Him Somehow Tristan's tall, slender figure receded in her sight. However, Monica felt a sense of security when being with him, warmth traveling in her chest. She believed he would hail a cab for sure.

Shortly after, Tristan strode towards Monica with a taxi following him.

In the wind, Tristan picked up Monica's suitcase with one hand and held her wrist with the other, taking her towards the taxi.

Monica followed him in the taxi's direction.

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After putting the suitcase into the trunk, Tristan pulled the rear door for her. "Sit in." His big hand protectively held her back.

He didn't let go of her wrist before she bent over and sat in the car, thinking she was so slim that she would be blown away.

"Where are you going?" The driver asked after seeing Tristan sit in.

The next second, the was a downpour outside the car. The sounds of the raindrops filled the air.

"Darci Manor, please," Monica answered and looked at Tristan, "What about you?" Tristan was slightly taken aback, furrowing his brows in confusion.

The driver looked at him. "Sir, where is your destination? Letsee if you are going in the sdirection. If not, I'll decide which way to go first." Monica was puzzled and nudged Tristan. "He's asking you, Tristan. Where are you going?" Tristan darted at her and said to the driver, "I'm also going to Darci Manor. You may drive now." "All right." The driver started the engine.

"What?" Monica gaped at him. "Why are you following me? Are you on a trip willfully without any destination?" "Is Darci Manor your house?" asked Tristan, "Why can't | go there?" Monica was tongue-tied. A while later, she reminded him, "You know what? It's not my house, so | can't take you there." Tristan stared at her, his eyes glittering in interest. "Did | ask you to takethere?" Monica couldn't win against him in the verbal fight. Arching an eyebrow, she asked, "Anyway, just a reminder. | cannot take you into the manor later." Tristan didn't respond to her, curiously wondering why Monica was also heading there, and looked as if she could enter the manor for sure.

The rain becheavier, hitting the window.

Monica had been to Darci Manor, so she said triumphantly, "It'll take almost three hours. I'll take a nap. You can't take advantage of me." Then she gave him a warning dart.

Tristan glanced at her coldly.

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Monica withdrew her gaze, leaned against the seat back, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. She felt exhausted after a long journey on the flight.

Soon, Monica subconsciously leaned toward Tristan's shoulder. Suddenly, her phone rang in her palm and woke her up.

Monica checked the caller ID and swiped to answer, "Hello, Daniel." She muffled, "I've got off my flight. Is it raining in the manor?" "Nope. It's sunny here. There's a banquet tonight. Many boys will attend it. You can pick up whoever you like," a girl chirped in a pleasant voice, "I'm waiting for you, Monica." "Ahem... Ahem..." Monica coughed awkwardly. She felt lucky that Tristan didn't hear Daniel's words as the rain was loud.

"OK. | see. See you later." Monica ended the call after exchanging a few words with her. Then she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes again, falling asleep.

Finally, her head tilted and leaned against Tristan's shoulder.

Tristan wasn't surprised, staying calm. However, he couldn't help wondering if Monica was really napping. She was abroad with a man she didn't know much in the taxi, but she wasn't alert and didn't have self-protection awareness.

Tristan didn't take off his suit jacket to drape it on her shoulders, afraid she might misunderstand. He also didn't think it was a good idea.

He said to the driver, "Excuse me. Please turn on the heater. This lady is napping."