Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1492: The Gentle Touch

Chapter 1492: The Gentle Touch

Again, someone voiced their worries, "The snow is getting heavier, andthe road conditions are getting worse."

"Everyone, please rest assured, Mr. Norwell is absolutely safe,” Kevinreassured everyone, "As for what he's doing, I really don't know. He leftthis morning and said he'd be back by noon.”

Someone expressed their confusion, "Mr. Norwell is always punctual,so we're worried that something may have happened to him."

"Yes, I'm quite worried too," someone else said, their heart hanging inthe balance much like an old father's, "Mainly because of the poor roadconditions."

“There have already been more than a dozen traffic accidents reportedtoday..."

"Sigh, as long as he comes back safely, waiting a bit is no big deal.”"Kevin, why don't you give him another call just to check?" Someonestill wasn't reassured.

Kevin's main concern wasn't Mr. Norwell's safety. After all, Mr. Norwellexuded a sense of security and was an adult capable of taking care ofhimself. Kevin was most worried about the meeting being postponedfurther. Mr. Norwell had a meeting with Camille at three in the afternoonwhich would have to be delayed. As one of the top ten femaleentrepreneurs in the world, Camille was decisive and strict with herschedule, leaving almost no room for changes.

So, Kevin called Mr. Norwell again, risking being scolded.

This time there was no rejection. Tristan was in the small Western-styled building, in Monica's bedroom. He had just helped her tidy up allher dolls and, perhaps because he was in a good mood, he answeredthe call, "I'll start a video conference for you guys right away."

"My boss, you've got a meeting with Camille at three. You didn't forget,did you?" Kevin hurriedly asked, fearing he would hang up.

"I didn't forget. I received her reminder text. There's still time."

Kevin sighed in relief. If Mr. Norwell didn't come and he had to deal withCamille alone, he would probably be chewed up and spit out.

Seeing him hang up the phone, the first thing Monica said was, "Areyou going to have a video conference on your way back? That's verydangerous! Don't joke with your own life!"

From her tone and expression, Tristan could feel her worry and care,"Don't worry, I'll be careful.”

After he spoke, he looked at the completely empty storage box andinstructed, "Don't throw it away. We'll fill it up with more another day."Yes, all the dolls fit into one storage box perfectly, leaving an extra box.Monica stared at him, seeing a touch of gentleness in his deep eyes.She also smiled and nodded, "Okay."

She came over, took off the coat on her shoulders, and helped him putit on as he had done for her in the snow.

The gentle touch of the girl's fingers lingered on his neck, and she saidto him, "Be careful on the road.”

Tristan nodded, "I'll go first then, you don't need to see me out.”

She stood still, watching his back disappear at the doorway. As Tristandrove away, Monica stood by the window watching.

She felt happy and a little reluctant, a strange feeling in her heart.

It was already past two o'clock. Tristan started a video conference onhis way back to the company. His thoughts were crystal clear, and hesolved each serious problem one by one with precision. Every remedialsolution he proposed seemed to enlighten the executives.

Actually, Tristan had analyzed it until three o'clock in the morning theday before.

No one's success comes easily. It's just that people don't see the effortput in when it's being made.

At three in the afternoon, in a luxurious guest room at Clarke Corp.

As the door was pushed open, a strong scent of jasmine hit the senses.A French woman, wearing a strapless dress in the dead of winter,tossed the fur she was wearing to an assistant and walked inside with atwist of her waist, her high heels clicking on the floor.