Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1386: Can'T Leave For A Moment

Chapter 1386: Can't Leave For A Moment

"Miss Swain, our Mr. Norwell has an extremely high taste,” Saskia Holtpraised as she led Monica into the president's office.

The room was spacious and bright, with a casual and natural layout.The sound of flowing water filled the air, and a large tank housed turtlesand fish.

Monica's expression softened as she slowly looked around the room.Her gaze landed on his desk.

Although Tristan was not there, she could imagine him making plansand strategizing in the office.

She envisioned his tall, slender figure standing by the floor-to-ceilingwindows with his hands behind his back.

She felt his presence in the air. Being in his office made her feel veryclose to him. Monica suddenly felt a bit envious of Saskia Holt.

Being the president's assistant and working closely with Tristan dayand night seemed like such a happy experience.

"Miss Swain, what would you like to drink? We only have mocha andlatte here," Saskia Holt asked warmly, closing the computer.

An important guest could not be neglected!

Because she knew that this girl was undoubtedly the future president'swife, her intuition and that of her master couldn't be wrong. Mr.Norwell's doting head pat had confirmed it.

“I'l have a mocha, thank you," Monica replied with a smile, herdemeanor appearing particularly polite and well-mannered.

"Alright, please make yourself comfortable,” Saskia Holt said with asmile before leaving to make the coffee.

Watching her back, Monica felt envious but not jealous or resentful.She could faintly feel Tristan's affection for her.

Earlier downstairs, he had given her an affectionate head pat in front ofso many people.

Remembering that moment, her cheeks flushed, and she took a deepbreath to calm herself.

Soon, Saskia Holt brought over a cup of mocha. "Thank you," Monicasaid, taking it with both hands as she sat down on the sofa by thewindow.

"You're welcome, Miss Swain.”

Before she could take a sip, familiar footsteps approached from thedoorway. Monica looked up and saw Tristan entering, her eyeswidening.

Saskia Holt was also surprised. "Hello, Mr. Norwell," she greeted himquickly, grabbing a document from the table and swiftly leaving theroom.

In the spacious office, only the two of them remained.

Tristan's gaze fell on Monica as he walked toward her, his auraincredibly gentle.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Monica asked, noting that hedidn't seem to be here to fetch anything. If he needed documents,Kevin could have brought them to him.

He smiled and sat down on the sofa across from her. "I don't need to domuch for the work. I just greet them, and Kevin will sign the contractwith them."

So, he was done with his work.

As he spoke, his deep, gentle gaze stayed on her face.

Seeing her always made him inexplicably happy.

Holding her coffee cup, Monica felt awkward again. Why had she comehere? Was she worried about him? She couldn't say that outright, couldshe?

Had he figured it out?

Was he still seeking an answer?

Was he that persistent?

Monica carefully took a sip of her coffee, feeling a little nervous as shelooked at him. "..." Her mind went blank again.

"Monica, do you have any wishes in this lifetime?"

Tristan leaned back in his chair, elegantly crossing his legs, his gazefixed on the girl across from him.

"..." Monica was taken aback. "Wishes?"

What did he mean by that?

What did he want to do?

Why was he asking this?

Her little head was filled with a hundred thousand whys.

Tristan, however, stared at her with interest, his smile warm and gentle.He particularly enjoyed her flustered and well-behaved appearance.