Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1488

Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan

Monica stood there in the snow, a burning pain spreading from her heart, her blood slowly cooling, as if about to freeze. She took a

few steps forward, turned, and leaned against the wall outside the boutique, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.

"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Maybe they're just having a simple chat?" But when Monica thought of Tristan's previous

affection for Claire, her beautiful eyes instantly lost focus...

"He was supposed to be in a meeting, right? He lied..." Monica suddenly felt like a fool. In this cold weather, she had excitedly run

out to buy storage boxes, treating the doll he had won for her as a treasure. She thought Tristan also liked her, but was this just an

illusion?

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"Monica, stop being so sentimental! Wake up!" She felt aggrieved, leaning against the wall, biting her lower lip hard, and couldn't

help but feel like crying because the feeling was really painful! For a moment, she felt as if she had lost her pillar of support,

somewhat unsure of what to do.

Outside, the snow was falling again... Each flake fluttered down like catkins, landing on Monica's hair, shoulders, and arms... The

wind was bitingly cold, but not as cold as her heart.

In the cafe next door, Tristan put down his cup. He said to Violet, "Auntie, please don't askabout Claire's love life anymore,

because | can't help with that. But if it's something else, as long as it's within my power, | won't refuse." After speaking, he glanced

at the ton his wristwatch and then smiled at her, "I'm sorry, but | have a meeting this afternoon." He then stood up and walked

to the cashier.

Violet sat there in a daze, watching the tall figure leaving with reluctance. He was calm and gentlemanly, always exuding a strong

sense of security. Now, she felt as if she had lost half the sky; Tristan would no longer have any connection with the Russell family.

After paying the bill, Tristan walked out of the cafe. Monica, leaning against the wall, watched him cout, watched him stride

towards his car, watched him open the car door, and soon the car started slowly. But after a while, the car seemed to stop again.

Inside the driver's seat, Tristan glanced sideways unintentionally and saw a familiar figure standing beside the cafe. He looked

carefully and confirmed that it was Monica, so he stepped on the brake.

He unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car. With a slight frown, Tristan quickly walked towards her, snowflakes falling on his hair

and shoulders. Monica noticed him walking towards her; she looked carefully, trying hard to dispel the tears in her eyes, not

wanting to appear too meek.

As Tristan approached her, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, trying hard to appear calm. It was not until Tristan stopped in front

of her, looking down at her, that she still didn't dare to lift her eyes to meet his. Her nose felt sour, and she was organizing her

thoughts, trying to explain why she was here.

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Before she could speak, Tristan took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders in a handsgesture. The girl suddenly looked

up, meeting the man's deep and gentle eyes!

Tseemed to stand still at that moment, with snowflakes flying around and the whole world blanketed in white. He saw the tear

marks in her eyes and the grievances at the bottom of her heart. Tristan, feeling distressed, pulled her into his arms.

Monica's chest tightened abruptly, her consciousness gradually returning. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she found it hard to

believe, as if it were all a dream.

The snow was still falling.

At this moment, Violet just walked out of the cafe and saw this scene. She paused, watching Tristan walk off with the girl in his

arms. As she watched their backs recede, Violet finally fully believed the truth.