NovelEnglishChapter 1386: Can't Leave For A Moment
"Miss Swain, our Mr. Norwell has an extremely high taste," Saskia Holt praised as she led Monica into the president's office.
The room was spacious and bright, with a casual and natural layout. The sound of flowing water filled the air, and a large tank
housed turtles and fish.
Monica's expression softened as she slowly looked around the room. Her gaze landed on his desk.
Although Tristan was not there, she could imagine him making plans and strategizing in the office.
She envisioned his tall, slender figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back.
She felt his presence in the air. Being in his office made her feel very close to him. Monica suddenly felt a bit envious of Saskia
Holt.
Being the president's assistant and working closely with Tristan day and night seemed like such a happy experience.
"Miss Swain, what would you like to drink? We only have mocha and latte here," Saskia Holt asked warmly, closing the computer.
An important guest could not be neglected!
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Because she knew that this girl was undoubtedly the future president's wife, her intuition and that of her master couldn't be wrong.
Mr. Norwell's doting head pat had confirmed it.
"I'll have a mocha, thank you," Monica replied with a smile, her demeanor appearing particularly polite and well-mannered.
"Alright, please make yourself comfortable," Saskia Holt said with a smile before leaving to make the coffee.
Watching her back, Monica felt envious but not jealous or resentful.
She could faintly feel Tristan's affection for her.
Earlier downstairs, he had given her an affectionate head pat in front of so many people.
Remembering that moment, her cheeks flushed, and she took a deep breath to calm herself.
Soon, Saskia Holt brought over a cup of mocha. "Thank you," Monica said, taking it with both hands as she sat down on the sofa by
the window.
"You're welcome, Miss Swain."
Before she could take a sip, familiar footsteps approached from the doorway. Monica looked up and saw Tristan entering, her eyes
widening.
Saskia Holt was also surprised. "Hello, Mr. Norwell," she greeted him quickly, grabbing a document from the table and swiftly
leaving the room.
In the spacious office, only the two of them remained.
Tristan's gaze fell on Monica as he walked toward her, his aura incredibly gentle.
"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Monica asked, noting that he didn't seem to be here to fetch anything. If he needed
documents, Kevin could have brought them to him.
He smiled and sat down on the sofa across from her. "l don't need to do much for the work. | just greet them, and Kevin will sign
the contract with them."
So, he was done with his work.
As he spoke, his deep, gentle gaze stayed on her face.
Seeing her always made him inexplicably happy.
Holding her coffee cup, Monica felt awkward again. Why had she chere? Was she worried about him? She couldn't say that
outright, could she?
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Had he figured it out?
Was he still seeking an answer?
Was he that persistent?
Monica carefully took a sip of her coffee, feeling a little nervous as she looked at him. "..." Her mind went blank again.
"Monica, do you have any wishes in this lifetime?"
Tristan leaned back in his chair, elegantly crossing his legs, his gaze fixed on the girl across from him.
"..." Monica was taken aback. "Wishes?"
What did he mean by that?
What did he want to do?
Why was he asking this?
Her little head was filled with a hundred thousand whys.
Tristan, however, stared at her with interest, his smile warm and gentle. He particularly enjoyed her flustered and well-behaved
appearance.
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