Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1400: They Are Also There

Chapter 1400: They Are Also There

"If they are two people who truly love each other and have missed eachother for so many years, that's truly a pity." Tristan thought of the longyears that had passed and felt a touch of sadness. "I feel that yourmom is in your dad's heart, and she occupies a very importantposition.”

"My mom is just occasionally stubborn, otherwise they wouldn't havedivorced. In other aspects, she's really great," the girl affirmed.

At this moment, Monica's hand was still tightly held by Tristan.

She looked ahead, feeling the warmth from his palm and opened herheart to chat with him. "But after all these years, I'm not quite clearabout her true thoughts because she never talks to me about my dadand doesn't allow me to mention him."

“That's because she cares,” Tristan said. "Because she cares, there'sstill resentment.”

She thought, perhaps... if that's the case, it's a good thing.

"So, should we help them?" Tristan turned his eyes, asking expectantly."How to help?”

"They've been awkwardly getting along for so many years; now theyboth need a way out.” Tristan took a mature perspective. “We need totake it slow, think carefully at every step, or else we'll be doing moreharm than good."

"So, after we come back, should we create opportunities for them?"Monica was full of anticipation.

"Yes."

"How exactly should we do that?"

He turned his eyes to her. "Let me think about it some more."

She looked at him, her eyes full of trust.

As the two chatted, their hands still held together. The girl's thoughtsreturned to herself, and she felt awkward again for no apparent reason.What did he mean by this?

Did holding her hand directly mean that he liked her?

And she didn't struggle, was that a kind of response?

Tristan was quite sure that this girl liked him.

Monica thought a lot along the way, until her cheeks turned slightly red,feeling her sweaty palms, a little excited, and a little nervous.

Tristan noticed her discomfort, so he let go of her hand, and the girl'stense nerves seemed to relax as well.

Sitting in his car, she felt uneasy but of course, also very happy.

This strange feeling was the feeling of falling in love.

In the relatively closed town, the stilted houses along the river hadbecome the biggest feature here. They were very distinctive and full ofcharacter. With the passage of time and the changes of the stars, theyretained some of the older architectural styles.

Because it was not fully developed, there were not many tourists here.Half of the tourists who came specially for this place were here to seethe scenery, and the other half were here to experience the culture.

It was a place with a strong cultural heritage.

In the early morning, amidst the hazy mist.

The winding paths on the other side of the river were faintly visible, andthe green-tiled wooden buildings next to them seemed to tell the storiesof the town's prosperity a hundred years ago.

In the stilted house inn on this side, there was a room with two beds,bright yellow bedding and sheets, and a warm wooden house withheating. Even in winter, it didn't feel cold at all.

Claire stretched lazily, and her eyes opened in a daze. She suddenlybecame sober and had really slept enough.

The curtains behind the glass sliding door had a mediocre shadingeffect.

So there was still some light in the room, and she knew it was alreadydaylight.

She tilted her head to the right and saw Rowan lying flat on the bednext door, his hands under his head.

Had he woken up too?

Claire looked at him and noticed that he was blinking, as if he wasdaydreaming and hadn't noticed that she was awake.

"Hey, Dr. Watson." she called softly.

Rowan turned his eyes to her at the sound, meeting the girl's smilinggaze.

She said to him, "Good morning."

"Good morning.”

Then the two smiled at each other, got up, and washed up.

The thoughtful innkeeper brought breakfast to their room; they werestaying on the third floor.