Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1379: The Air Is Filled With The Scent Of Love

Chapter 1379: The Air is Filled with the Scent ofLove

For a moment, Monica wondered if Eason was somehow helping herget closer to Tristan. It seemed that he couldn't do without her, givingher more opportunities to interact with her crush. Even if they weren't ina romantic relationship, as long as she was by Tristan's side, and therewere no other women around him, she felt a sense of love, as if hebelonged to her.

As they left the hospital, Monica's happiness had reached its peak. So,she considerately told Tristan, "You can go back to the company. I don'twant to hold you back any longer. I can go back to the hotel by myself.”Tristan didn't say anything. He simply opened the passenger's sidedoor of the car and looked at her with warm, determined eyes. Monicahesitated for a moment, meeting his gaze, and time seemed to standstill. She looked at him and then at the open door. Tristan didn't sayanything; he was just waiting for her to get in.

Not wanting to waste any more of his time, Monica pursed her lips andquickly walked towards him, her heart pounding as she got into thepassenger seat. The corner of Tristan's lips curved into an almostimperceptible smile as he closed the door for her and walked aroundthe car to sit in the driver's seat.

He was tall and slender, with thick, prominent eyebrows that gave him anaturally refined and meticulous air. He started the car, and Monicaglanced at him. His eyelashes were long and dark, like black feathers,and his eyes were deep and black.

Throughout the drive, the car's speed remained steady. A gentle breezefluttered in through the window, stirring Monica's hair and making herheart flutter. Time seemed to fly by when she was with him. Neither ofthem broke the silence.

Perhaps these sweet, silent moments were enough for both of them.There was no need for words; just being together was enough. It wasn'tuntil the car came to a stop outside the hotel that Monica snapped outof her reverie. She looked out the window, then back at Tristan. "Thankyou," she said.

Her politeness made him feel distant. “I'll pick you up tomorrowmorning. Pack your things," Tristan told her. "We'll be gone for about aweek."

"A whole week?" Monica was slightly taken aback but thrilled inside."Do you have the time?" Tristan frowned, slightly puzzled.

"No, no, I'm free," she assured him, more than eager to go.

He smiled at her, and she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out ofthe car. "See you tomorrow!" she called, waving at him before closingthe door.

As the car drove away, Monica turned and headed towards the hotellobby, her heart leaping with joy. The Maybach headed in the directionof the Clarke Corp. Tristan's gentle expression vanished as he checkedhis phone. His deep eyes narrowed at the sight of 32 missed calls.They were all from Kevin. Tristan had silenced his phone earlier. Hedidn't call back right away. Instead, he put the phone down, gripped thesteering wheel with both hands, and accelerated.

Humming a tune, Monica bounced her way through the hotel lobby. Thereceptionist cautiously glanced at her before picking up the phone anddialing a number. As Monica entered the elevator, the call connected,and the receptionist quietly reported, "Mr. Swain, the young lady hasreturned.”

"Is she alone?"

"Yes, she just went upstairs and entered the elevator.”

"Alright. If they don't come down for dinner, prepare the dishesaccording to the menu. I'll come and deliver it personally.”"Understood."

The call ended. Algerone Swain was doing his best to please Belinda,for the sake of his daughter's happiness. He had once married thiswoman and knew her well. She had a sharp tongue but a soft heart,and with some time and effort, he could win her over.

In the elevator, Monica pondered a question: should she tell Belindathat she would be away for a week? If she didn't explain, would Belindathink she was sneaking around? And then blame Tristan for everything?But if she told the truth, there was a high chance Belinda wouldn'tapprove, right?