Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1393: Am I Asking For Monica?

Chapter 1393: Am I Asking for Monica?

Nighttime.

Algerone Swain had arranged a business meeting with a friend, and hehadn't returned home by eight in the evening. The villa was pitch black,with no lights on and no servants in sight. It seemed like an unoccupiedhouse. Did he really live here?

A Maybach was parked in the yard, with two streetlights emitting awarm yellow glow. Tristan had been waiting since sunset, throughtwilight, and then to the moon climbing up the treetops.

The surroundings were still quiet, with no sound of car engines, just theoccasional chirping of insects and birds. He checked the time on hiswrist again, preparing to call Uncle Swain to ask when he would beback. Just as he found the number, a car's headlights shone in hisdirection.

Tristan looked over and saw a car parked next to his, with less than twometers separating them. Algerone Swain's car had just come to a stopwhen he turned to look at the driver's seat of the other car, and his eyesmet Tristan's.

Their gazes briefly met before they both got out of their cars almostsimultaneously.

"Have you been waiting long?" Algerone Swain asked apologetically,"Mr. Norwell, when did you come?"

"Hello, Uncle Swain." Tristan greeted him politely with a smile, "Just callme Tristan, I just arrived.”

"Come in, come in!" Algerone Swain didn't say much, as the winternight wind was a bit biting. He strode into the house, and Tristanfollowed closely.

As they entered the living room, the lights came on automatically.Tristan guessed that there might not be a lady of the house, otherwisethe lights wouldn't have been off all this time. However, just becausethere wasn't one tonight didn't mean there hadn't been one before orthere wouldn't be one in the future.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence? Or maybe the lady of the house wason vacation?

The house was spacious, with the living room alone spanning twohundred square meters. There were indeed no servants, as AlgeroneSwain made tea for Tristan himself, asking, "Don't you have my phonenumber? Make yourself comfortable."

“I do," Tristan answered. He had saved Swain's number in his father'sphone earlier that day.

“In the future, if you need to replace me, be sure to call me in advance,” themiddle-aged man said kindly. "Sometimes I work overtime at thecompany and even stay there overnight."

“Alright,” Tristan nodded, thinking to himself: staying at the company? Aman with such freedom must undoubtedly be single, right?

Tristan sat down on the curved sofa, his deep and gentle eyesscanning the living room for a woman's touch. He couldn't replace anysigns, not even a fresh bouquet of flowers.

However, he couldn't be sure, as the other party hadn't said anythingyet. He had come here today to get a definitive answer, to see what thechances were of him helping Monica fulfill her dream.

Tristan knew that Monica didn't lack money, so giving her gifts to winher favor was meaningless and tacky.

"Go ahead."

Algerone Swain gently placed the teapot on the coffee table and satdown across from Tristan, “What do you need from me?"

"Uncle," Tristan looked up at him and asked softly, "Have you beensingle all these years? Living alone in such a big house?"

Algerone Swain was slightly taken aback before smiling. "Are youinterested in this?"

He then began pouring tea. "Tristan, you have to tell Uncle first, whoare you asking for?"

"For myself," he replied without hesitation, very candidly. "I just want adefinite answer.”

"No," the middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head, seeingthrough him. "You're asking for Monica."

Tristan, "..." After a brief pause, he didn't deny it.

"Although she didn't ask you to inquire, you're asking because of her."Algerone Swain's eyes were full of amusement, a very intelligent man.Tristan answered with silence.

The middle-aged man picked up his teacup and looked at him, aglimmer of anticipation in his eyes. "Tristan, did Monica tell yousomething?"