Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan

Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan

Monica stood there in the snow, a burning pain spreading from herheart, her blood slowly cooling, as if about to freeze. She took a fewsteps forward, turned, and leaned against the wall outside the boutique,clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.

"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Maybe they're just having asimple chat?" But when Monica thought of Tristan's previous affectionfor Claire, her beautiful eyes instantly lost focus...

"He was supposed to be in a meeting, right? He lied..." Monicasuddenly felt like a fool. In this cold weather, she had excitedly run outto buy storage boxes, treating the doll he had won for her as a treasure.She thought Tristan also liked her, but was this just an illusion?"Monica, stop being so sentimental! Wake up!" She felt aggrieved,leaning against the wall, biting her lower lip hard, and couldn't help butfeel like crying because the feeling was really painful! For a moment,she felt as if she had lost her pillar of support, somewhat unsure ofwhat to do.

Outside, the snow was falling again... Each flake fluttered down likecatkins, landing on Monica's hair, shoulders, and arms... The wind wasbitingly cold, but not as cold as her heart.

In the cafe next door, Tristan put down his cup. He said to Violet,"Auntie, please don't ask me about Claire's love life anymore, becauseI can't help with that. But if it's something else, as long as it's within mypower, I won't refuse.” After speaking, he glanced at the time on hiswristwatch and then smiled at her, "I'm sorry, but I have a meeting thisafternoon.” He then stood up and walked to the cashier.

Violet sat there in a daze, watching the tall figure leaving withreluctance. He was calm and gentlemanly, always exuding a strongsense of security. Now, she felt as if she had lost half the sky; Tristanwould no longer have any connection with the Russell family.

After paying the bill, Tristan walked out of the cafe. Monica, leaningagainst the wall, watched him come out, watched him stride towards hiscar, watched him open the car door, and soon the car started slowly.But after a while, the car seemed to stop again.

Inside the driver's seat, Tristan glanced sideways unintentionally andsaw a familiar figure standing beside the cafe. He looked carefully andconfirmed that it was Monica, so he stepped on the brake.

He unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car. With a slight frown,Tristan quickly walked towards her, snowflakes falling on his hair andshoulders. Monica noticed him walking towards her; she lookedcarefully, trying hard to dispel the tears in her eyes, not wanting toappear too meek.

As Tristan approached her, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, tryinghard to appear calm. It was not until Tristan stopped in front of her,looking down at her, that she still didn't dare to lift her eyes to meet his.Her nose felt sour, and she was organizing her thoughts, trying toexplain why she was here.

Before she could speak, Tristan took off his coat and draped it over hershoulders in a handsome gesture. The girl suddenly looked up, meetingthe man's deep and gentle eyes!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with snowflakes flyingaround and the whole world blanketed in white. He saw the tear marksin her eyes and the grievances at the bottom of her heart. Tristan,feeling distressed, pulled her into his arms.

Monica's chest tightened abruptly, her consciousness graduallyreturning. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she found it hard tobelieve, as if it were all a dream.

The snow was still falling.

At this moment, Violet just walked out of the cafe and saw this scene.She paused, watching Tristan walk off with the girl in his arms. As shewatched their backs recede, Violet finally fully believed the truth.