Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1377: Tristan Asks Her Out

Chapter 1377: Tristan Asks Her Out

The girl unintentionally caught a glimpse of his incoming call from thecorner of her eye. It was Kevin, and he had rejected the call, but shedidn't say anything. Her heart felt inexplicably warm, just like the sun ofthat day.

The early winter streets were lined with trees. As the wind blew, largepatches of leaves remaining on the branches fell, resembling dancingbutterflies. The scene was bleak yet pleasing to the eye.

The dappled sunlight shone selflessly on them.

Eason was a child, and he didn't talk much. From time to time, he usedthe support of both sides to lift his whole body, and occasionally kickedthe large patches of leaves on the ground with his little feet.

His thoughts were empty, and he had no worries.

“Is it tiring to take care of a child?" Tristan started a conversation,glancing at the girl.

"Not tiring at all. I think children are fun and innocent," she said with abeaming smile. "Sometimes, when talking with Eason, you'll replace it's akind of spiritual baptism."

Except for Jennifer occasionally taking him out for a stroll, he had nochance to leave the hospital and was confined there day after day.

So Eason was extraordinarily happy today!

Tristan took the opportunity to ask the girl beside him, "Have you beenbusy lately?"

Monica looked at him, but he was looking straight ahead. Who was heasking? It couldn't be Eason, so she quickly regained her composure."Not busy, what's up?"

She was delighted and somewhat expectant. Was he going to ask herout?

“I have to go on a business trip to a nearby town. My assistant is quitebusy recently, so..." As he spoke, Tristan finally looked at her. "Couldyou accompany me there?"

She was puzzled by his request. Why did he want her to go with him?Although she was more than willing.

Tristan realized it was abrupt and quickly explained, "There's a projectthere, and sometimes, from a girl's perspective, you might be able togive me some advice."

This explanation made Monica feel a little disappointed, but she stillreplied, "Sure, when?"

"How about tomorrow?" Tristan hadn't actually arranged it yet, and hehad a schedule for tomorrow. However, since she agreed, he decidedto postpone his plans.

He said, "I'll pick you up at the hotel lobby tomorrow, and we'll take thehigh-speed train there."

"Alright."

Then they remained silent for the rest of the walk.

Monica felt that the sunlight was especially warm today, and shecouldn't help but smile.

Tristan's mood was calm, perhaps related to his slow-to-warm-uppersonality.

At this point, Belinda, who had been waiting at the hotel, couldn't waitfor her daughter to return. She grew angrier and angrier as she thoughtabout it. How uncontrollable her daughter had become as she grew up!Since she didn't need the housekeeper to clean the room, the rosesscattered at the door were still there, becoming somewhat dry andwilted from dehydration.

The sight of the roses stung her eyes.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Belinda collected her thoughts andgot up to open the door, thinking it was her daughter returning.Unexpectedly, it was Algerone Swain again!

Just as she instinctively tried to close the door, the scene from themorning played out once more, and the man's raised palm blocked thesolid door!

After a brief standoff, Belinda simply let go, and Algerone Swainsmoothly entered the room.

He carried a large bag and walked toward the tea table. "Are youcultivating yourself? Can't even eat a meal?"

The woman turned her gaze, slammed the door shut, and coldly staredat him. "What's wrong with you? As a married man, do you plan tosquat in the hotel every day and observe my every move?"

“You're the child's mother, not someone else.” He put the bag down andopened it. "Eat something first. Women get angry in a vicious cycle,and it's easy to get sick."

Belinda was indeed hungry. As soon as the covers were lifted from thefew bowls, the aroma of the dishes wafted out, stimulating her tastebuds.