Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1398: Picking Up Monica

Chapter 1398: Picking Up Monica

On a bright and sunny summer day, the gentle sunlight and tantalizingbreeze created a charming and beautiful atmosphere. A pristine whitebedsheet and quilt covered a bed in a room filled with a pleasantfragrance. She, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, snuggled into thebed, feeling extremely comfortable. Like a lazy cat, she closed her eyesand slept sweetly.

Strangely, she suddenly felt someone standing by her bed. Groggily,she slowly opened her eyes and saw Tristan, his tall and slender figurebecoming clearer and clearer. Monica's eyes widened, and shebecame fully awake. She sat up, her hair disheveled, staring at him inastonishment.

She stared at him unblinkingly, as if she were hallucinating. Tristanstood by the bed with a smile on his face, looking gentle and warm.Wearing a white shirt, his hands in his pockets, he seemed to glow inthe soft, brilliant light.

So handsome, so incredibly handsome...

Monica sat on the bed, staring at him in shock, her breath catching inher throat. His handsome face slowly leaned closer to her, and his cool,thin lips pressed against hers...

It was a sensation like being electrified, beautiful and exhilarating,making her feel like her brain was deprived of oxygen for a moment.Just as she was immersed in the kiss... just as her little handinstinctively wanted to grasp Tristan's shirt around his waist, the alarmon her phone rang inappropriately.

First, the alarm in her dream rang, and then the alarm in reality. Thelong-awaited morning arrived, and Monica opened her eyes with aheadache. Her dream interrupted, the winter room was empty andbare. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed.

The dream was so vivid in her mind...

She turned off the annoying alarm, recalling every detail. So clear. Ohmy God, why would she have such a dream? She had actually kissedhim and enjoyed it so much!

When the alarm rang for the second time, she quickly pulled herselfback to reality, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and rushed into thebathroom. Tristan would pick her up in the morning, so she had to getready quickly and look beautiful when she saw him!

Monica moved swiftly, practically running as she walked. She hadbecome proficient in applying makeup, seizing every minute andsecond. Normally, her makeup was simple, but today she applied a bitof blush to make her complexion look better.

Tristan's car was parked outside the small Western-style house.Belinda stood in front of her bedroom window, gripping the curtain andobserving the outside scene in her nightgown. The car had beenparked there for at least half an hour.

Only when her legs began to feel numb and she decided not to keepwatch did she see her daughter appear, carrying a suitcase. Tristan gotout of the car, the trunk opened, and he quickly walked into the yard tohelp her with the luggage.

"Good morning.”

"Good morning.”

Monica opened the passenger door herself, sat in the car, and fastenedher seat belt. Tristan started the car soon after, and under Belinda'swatchful gaze, the car drove out of sight.

Her daughter was growing up, starting to date. She seemed to see heryounger self, who had been fearless for love but ended up losingeverything. Her eyes dimmed, and she couldn't help but feel a littlemelancholic.

In the car, Tristan turned up the heating. "Are you cold?" He asked withconcer.

"I'm fine."

Tristan handed her a pink bag. "This is for you."

"What is it?" She took it from him, opened it, and saw, "Heating pads?"She looked at him in surprise.

Tristan's face was gentle, and he focused on the road without looking ather. She felt warmth in her heart, and his heart was filled withsweetness. The entire car seemed to be enveloped in a warm andsweet aroma.

“Thank you," she said, withdrawing her gaze and carefully cradling thebag in her arms.