Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1361: Monica Faces Tristan Alone

Outside the window, the last hint of twilight disappeared, and the city'slights began to shine. The early winter night always arrived quickly.The entire curved glass window was clean and bright, without anyreflection, offering a clear view of the bustling night scene.

Tristan arrived early, as a matter of etiquette.

He left all his work to Kevin and glanced at his watch, estimating thatMonica and her mother should be arriving soon.

Somehow, Tristan felt a bit nervous, as this was the first time he wasmeeting Monica's mother.

He treated the situation cautiously.

Thinking of Monica, many scenes played like a film in his mind: theirfirst blind date, their encounter in England, and when she draggedClaire in front of him...

Unknowingly, they had spent so much time together.

She was straightforward and genuine. Her expressions, her words, andher actions all left a unique impression on Tristan.

He agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend and help her avoid blinddates because he didn't dislike her.

"Mr. Norwell, may we serve the dishes now?" The waiter at the doorasked as a reminder.

Tristan came back to his senses, glanced at the time, and then lookedat the waiter, "Yes, you may."

"Alright, Mr. Norwell.” One of the female waitresses smiled and nodded,then stepped away.

In a short while, the taxi stopped downstairs. The driver reminded thegirl in the backseat that they had arrived. Monica came back to hersenses, "Oh, okay.” She paid the fare and got out of the car.

Tristan had mentioned that it was the 58th floor. She looked up at theskyscraper in front of her and, feeling down, walked into the first-floorshopping mall lobby to take the elevator up.

Monica was the only person in the elevator, and her mood was clearlynot good, very heavy.

She sensed the calm before the storm.

She pursed her lips, wondering how she would explain things to Tristanwhen she saw him.

This was a dinner he had carefully arranged amidst his busy schedule,he was helping her out, and yet her mother hadn't come.

In a private room with a window on the 58th floor, Tristan stood with hisback to the window. His posture was straight, his dark eyes shimmeringwith a faint light, noble and cold.

Upon hearing footsteps, he turned his gaze.

"Miss, please come in," the waiter at the door said respectfully.

Monica entered his line of sight, with no one else behind her.

Upon entering, she saw that all the dishes were already served — morethan a dozen, clearly meticulously prepared, the aroma of food filled theair.

She was touched, but also apologetic, her expression a bitcomplicated.

Belinda's mother hadn't come, but Tristan didn't seem puzzled. Instead,he waved to the waiters at the door.

The waiters understood, bowed respectfully, and left. Theyconsiderately closed the door behind them.

Monica stood at a distance, feeling wronged and wanting to speak tohim, but found she had no standing and didn't know where to begin.“I'm sorry, I wasted your preparation..."

Tristan noticed her swollen eyes and walked towards her, stopping infront of her. "What happened?"

His gentle voice was like a spring breeze, expressing more concernthan curiosity.

The girl looked up, holding back her grievances as she tried to explain,"My mother was supposed to come, but..."

She didn't know what to say, as adults’ matters were inherentlycomplicated.

Sighing, she said, "Tristan, I didn't lie. It wasn't me who asked you out,it was my mother."

He believed her, of course. When she had answered her mother's call,she was still sitting in his car.

"What happened?” Tristan asked patiently, not in a rush. "Let me seewhat I can do to help."

Monica looked up and saw sincerity in his dark eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she told him the whole story, including thecontents of her father's phone call.

"My dad said Uncle Clarke called him, and now both of our parentsthink we're together.”

After saying that, she looked up apologetically, “I'm sorry, I didn't expectto cause you trouble. I'll go back and explain everything to my parents.”"What then?" Tristan asked directly, "Will you be dragged off by yourmother to meet Tom Fritz? Become a pawn in your parents’ war?"