NovelEnglishBelinda's mother didn't mince words, even before Tristan and Monica could sit down. Monica had already anticipated her mother's attitude. Tristan went behind Monica, pulled out a chair for her, and said softly, "Sit down first." Then he sat down next to her.
The girl's complaining gaze was fixed on her mother, who didn't look at her. Although Tristan's protection made Monica feel supported, the atmosphere in the room was strange. After all, it was her mother she was opposing.
Facing the abundant dishes on the table, no one picked up their chopsticks. Monica stared at her mother without blinking and finally spoke, "Mom..." "Auntie," Tristan interrupted her gently. He looked at the middle-aged woman across from him, his voice humble and gentle.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Monica just toldeverything." The girl turned her gaze to see Tristan's calm expression. "You originally agreed, and this sudden disagreement is not because I'm not good enough." Belinda looked up at him, her face cold. She wondered what else he could say. Tristan continued, "So we won't break up because of your opposition. As an adult, you should sort out your own emotional issues first. It's wrong to involve the younger generation." Not only was Belinda shocked, but even Monica stared at him in amazement. She couldn't believe what he had just said! Though his tone was calm, Tristan was very bold. He picked up his cup and looked at Belinda warmly. "Auntie, what do you think? Just because | was introduced by Uncle Swain, you completely denied me. Is that fair to me?" "Tristan, Tom is no worse than you." Belinda suppressed her anger, trying to be patient. "I'm not denying you; | just have a more suitable candidate. | hope you won't persist." Monica felt embarrassed; Tristan hadn't been persistent. "Why don't you ask Monica who she would choose?" Tristan's lips curved into a confident smile as he looked at the girl sitting next to him, a faint grin on his face.
Monica felt the scene was all too real... she was even moved on behalf of Tristan.
"I know what she would choose." Belinda smiled and answered for her daughter, "Women are all love-minded. | cto see you today to make you give up and not listen to her thoughts." However, Tristan took Monica's hand, startling her. She recoiled slightly, turning her gaze toward him.
As their eyes met once more, Monica steadied herself. She saw Tristan smile and say, "As long as Monica doesn't say 'give up,’ | won't give up either." So was he willing to play this gwith her to the end? Simply because he hoped she would take his brother along? That was Monica's thought.
But Tristan felt that he liked her and that this time, he wouldn't miss his chance again.
Belinda hadn't expected Tristan to say such a thing. She only smiled, took a sip of tea from her cup, and stood up to say, "Don't worry, you'll give up." With that, she left.
Her mother's strange tone made the girl's chest tighten. Was she going to threaten Tristan? Monica stood up but was stopped by Tristan.
They watched her mother leave.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe pulled her hand from his and didn't want to involve him any further. "My mom is not an easy person to deal with. You don't have to offend her just to go along with my act. | don't know what she's going to do that's detrimental to you." It was clear she was genuinely worried about him.
"Are you worried about me?" Tristan's gaze was gentle as he looked at her.
Facing his gaze, she blurted out, "I already owe you enough; | can't drag you down too, right? Our family situation is chaotic, and | can't handle it myself, of course, | don't want you to get involved." "Well..." Tristan thought about it. He hesitated because he wasn't sure if the timing was right.
"What do you mean?" "What if, | mean if." He looked into her eyes and asked seriously, "What if | want to help you handle it together?" She was taken aback.
He said, "I'm not afraid of getting involved."
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