Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1491: A Slower Relationship Is Particularly Thoughtful

Chapter 1491: A Slower Relationship IsParticularly Thoughtful

"Eh?"

The sudden change of topic left Monica taken aback. She thought shehad misheard, and a brief silence fell over the car.

She was pondering how to respond, while Tristan waited for heranswer.

“I've never been in love," Monica turned her gaze, "But there issomeone I like." In that moment, she felt a surge of desire to confessher feelings, but she managed to restrain herself.

Tristan understood something from her gaze. He glanced at her, thenlooked away and asked, "What expectations do you have for your firstlove? For example, what would be your ideal love?"

She thought about it. Although she didn't understand the meaning of hisquestion, she was still willing to share with him.

"I think love doesn't follow a formula,” Monica was brave as sheexpressed her opinion, “In a lifetime, one will meet countless people,but to encounter that kind of feeling, you really need fate."

"What kind of feeling?" Whether he genuinely didn't understand or waspretending not to, the car was moving very slowly, and Tristan askedthis question.

Monica thought of certain moments, now wrapped in his coat again.Her heartbeat began to race, "Whenever I think of him, I feel a joy thatfills my heart.”

She really didn't know how to describe it. Before the most beautifulfeeling, she was at a loss for words. Perhaps that's why there havebeen so many poems about love throughout history, each person'sunderstanding is different.

Tristan understood this feeling. Just like now, whenever he thought ofMonica, he too felt a joy that filled his heart.

So, a joy that fills the heart was their understanding of love. It seemedhe was on the same wavelength as her.

Monica was waiting for him to speak, but a brief silence fell in the caragain.

Until he parked the car in the courtyard in front of the small Western-style building, he didn't say another word.

Monica wanted to take off his coat, but was stopped by him just as heunbuckled his seat belt, “It's snowing heavily. Keep it on for now, don'tcatch a cold."

After saying this, he got out of the car, and when he was taking out thetransparent cylindrical storage box from the trunk, she got out from thepassenger seat.

“I can take it," she reached out to him, “Thank you."

"No need," Tristan, holding two 'big guys’, started walking towards theliving room, “I'll help you."

The girl watched his tall figure, thinking back to the question he askedin the car, she didn't know what he meant.

But for now, this feeling of not puncturing the paper window was quitenice.

She could feel Tristan's affection for her, otherwise he wouldn't havewasted so much time today.

Without Claire as a major rival, Monica felt much more relaxed andoptimistic about the future, even if the relationship progressed slowly.This slower relationship was not impulsive, it was full of sincerity, andexceptionally thoughtful.

Coincidentally, Belinda wasn't home at this time.

After Monica entered, she saw him carrying the storage box upstairs,she quickly followed him, wearing his coat, "First room on the left!""Okay!"

At this time, in the multi-purpose conference room of Clarke Corp, theroom was heated, and heavy snow was falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the long conference table, all the computers had slowly risen andturned on, in front of each computer sat a company executive, theirages ranging from 30 to 60, holding high positions in the company.

All of them were dressed in suits, sitting seriously.

Today's meeting was about a new product that had encounteredseveral problems as soon as it was put into production, completelydifferent from expectations.

So everyone was serious, with an attitude of quickly solving theproblem.

"Kevin, where on earth has Mr. Norwell gone? Why hasn't he comeback yet?"

Finally, the older Mr. Lee spoke up, asking, "At least give us anaccurate answer. It's easy to have traffic accidents in this heavy snow.Where is he? Is he in the city?"