NovelEnglishTristan stood in front of her, towering over her by a head, looking down at the hand she had wrapped around his arm. Monica saw that he might not refuse, so she let go again, clasped her hands together, and smiled, making a pleading gesture, "Please!" "So, what do you needto do?" Tristan's voice was low and magnetic, and he seemed to be considering, "I can help, but | won't sell myself." Pfft! The girl couldn't help but laugh at his joke, and after thinking seriously, she said, "First, I'll deal with my mom. If you agree, I'll call you later because my mom never plays by the rules." The man's thin lips opened slightly, "I'll be very busy today." "So, you agree?" Monica was overjoyed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTristan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't answer; he just calmly looked at her. The girl's lips curled into a smile, and she happily said to him, "It's okay, focus on your work first. I'll take her to the hotel today!" "I'll try to appease her first, and when | can't, I'll ask for your help!" "Or... let's meet when you're free tomorrow. | just want her to give up completely!" As she said this, Monica's lively eyes looked at him, taking in his handsface.
Tristan didn't refuse or agree, he just looked at her and then turned to leave. "I'll take that as a yes!" Monica watched his retreating figure, a sparkle in her beautiful dark eyes.
Tristan didn't refuse because he owed her a favor and also didn't dislike the girl. Monica watched as he walked into the company building surrounded by people, talking about what must have been a big project. She could even imagine Tristan sitting at his desk in the tall building, strategizing.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that she left. After spending too much tat the hotel, she was bored. Monica then went to the riverside, enjoying a walk in the warm sunlight, which was a nice feeling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut as she walked, a woman in a red dress approached. The woman had her hair loose, looking young, but she wore no makeup, and her complexion was poor. Her pale face gave a chilling impression. Monica made sure to walk close to the railing to give her room to pass.
As they walked, Daphne saw her, and a glimmer of light appeared in her gloomy eyes. Was she... the girl who took Claire away?? Monica continued walking, aware that the woman in the red dress was staring at her, feeling puzzled. In the end, Daphne blocked her path, stopping her in her tracks. Monica's chest tightened, and she sidestepped to leave, but Daphne followed, blocking her way again, staring at her with heavy eyes.
In broad daylight, under the warm sun, Monica felt uneasy being stared at in such a manner. It was because the woman in red had a gloomy aura and might not be mentally stable. "You like Rowan too, right?" Daphne got straight to the point, staring at her and questioning.
What Rowan? Monica was speechless, feeling as if she was being harassed by a mentally ill person in broad daylight. She took a deep breath and ran away. She didn't want to deal with such a person! Daphne stared at the retreating figure, her eyes darkening, and her heart plummeting. In this world, how many love rivals were there? Who was this girl? Why would she feel so guilty? Why had she never seen her before? When did she meet Rowan? At that moment, in the Charity Medical Center, in a special suite, it was much quieter than the rest of the hospital. Rowan, wearing a white lab coat with a meticulously dressed shirt and tie underneath, had a flawless, handsface and exceptionally good skin.
He was squatting down, performing the final checkup on Eason.
In the room, Ivan and Jennifer were present, as was Zack Clarke.
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