Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1539

Chapter 1539: What Are the Odds?

"Let's go, too." Tristan finally felt relieved, wrapping his arm around Monica, and guiding her to the passenger side of the car. He

opened the car door for her, feeling as if he was taking the first step of a long march.

Monica was a bit puzzled. Everything was fine when they arrived. How did the car tire get damaged while they were just having a

meal? What are the odds?

Tristan got into the driver's seat, buckled up, and started the car. Glancing sideways, he noticed the girl staring at him unblinkingly,

her eyes filled with suspicion.

"What's wrong?" he asked, smiling a bit sheepishly.

"Did you puncture the tire?" Monica asked, her tone more curious than accusatory.

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Tristan laughed, "Wasn't | dining with you all? | didn't even go to the restroom."

"Did you have someone else do it then?" The girl changed her question, her suspicion growing stronger.

Tristan shifted his gaze forward, his face still wearing a smile. This time, he did not refute so quickly. His deep eyes softened as he

stared into the distance. He had taken great pains and hoped everything would go as planned.

Monica, the clever girl, already knew the answer and did not ask further. She remained silent, her heart filled with gratitude. Tristan

was really good; he treated her matters as his own and did so earnestly.

Running such a large company must keep him very busy. A CEO's daily schedule is always packed, yet he still found tto help

her fulfill her dreams.

"What are you thinking?" He gently asked, his warm fingers reaching out and intertwining with hers, as if transmitting a bit of

strength, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, they will reconcile."

"How can | ever repay you?" Monica turned her eyes to him, deeply moved, "You've been so kind to me, yet | have nothing to offer

you."

"Love is not a business deal, it doesn't need to be win-win. I'm happy to give; there's no need for repayment," Tristan, driving the

car, glanced at her, his eyes filled with laughter, "I just want you to be happy."

Monica gently rubbed his hand against her cheek, "I want you to be happy, too. | am very happy with you. Are you?"

"Of course, | am." Tristan caressed her face, "I often think of you - during meals, meetings, walks, before bed, even in dreams..."

Hearing this, she was overjoyed! Her eyes shone as she looked at him, "You're lying!"

"If I'm lying, I'm a little dog!"

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"Ha ha ha ha..." Laughter and cheerful voices filled the car.

In just two minutes, Algerone Swain's car was set to arrive at the small Western-style building in the villa complex. Due to the

snowy road, he was driving slowly... So, he would have an extra minute with Belinda.

The car was wrapped in silence. Without Monica as the peacemaker, the conversation between these two didn't quite know where

to start.

Three minutes later, the car pulled into the yard and stopped. Belinda regained her senses and turned to look at him before

unbuckling her seatbelt.

Looking at his profile, a sense of familiarity and strangeness started to linger in her heart.

Just as she was about to say thanks, Algerone Swain's phone beeped. He picked it up and saw a message from his daughter:

?Find a way to stay with Belinda for a bit, we won't be back for a while. This is all we can do for you, good luck![]