NovelStart"Have you contacted your father?" Tristan inquired about her family situation.
"No!" The girl's face changed, as if a nerve had been stung, and she protested, "Please don't tell my dad!" "Alright." He didn't want to get too involved in other people's family affairs.
Monica, looking pitiful, said, "My mom will easily find me. She's forcingto go on blind dates and even confinedat home. It tooka lot of effort to finally escape!" So she had escaped? No wonder she looked so disheveled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Forced to go on blind dates?" Tristan couldn't help but tease, "Can't you get married?" "Didn't you go on a blind date too? Is your dad afraid you won't be able to find a wife?" The two stared at each other, and a deathly silence ensued.
Tristan glanced at her, sighed softly, and gently patted her head, with a touch of pity and teasing.
This intimate pat on the head not only surprised Monica but also stunned Kevin and Saskia Holt, who were standing not far away! Such a tender gesture...
"Kevin." Tristan turned his gaze to the man on the steps.
Kevin snapped out of it and hurriedly stepped towards them, "Mr. Norwell." "Help her book a hotel, prepare breakfast, and then buy swomen's clothes at the mall to send over." Tristan ordered, then looked back at the girl, "You didn't bring your ID, did you?" The girl shook her head helplessly, "No." "Kevin, use your ID. Is it on you?" "Yes." "Good." Tristan nodded, and was about to stride towards the company lobby when Kevin grabbed his arm.
Tristan stopped and looked at him with confusion. Kevin had a difficult expression, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.
"Speak." Tristan was blunt.
Monica thought it was odd; did he not want to take her to a hotel? Kevin leaned over to Mr. Norwell's ear and whispered, "Buying women's underwear and the like... I've never even bought it for my mom, let alone how awkward it is, | don't know the size, and I'm afraid | won't buy it right." Tristan thought he had a point, so he looked over at Saskia Holt not far away, "Saskia Holt, chere." Saskia Holt didn't know what they were talking about and walked towards them with confusion and apprehension.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Go with Kevin." With that, Tristan strode towards the company lobby.
Go where?? Kevin looked at her puzzled face, "Help her book a room and buy clothes." "Miss, what's your name?" Kevin turned his gaze, smiling, "Let's go, the car is over there. I'll take you to the hotel. Mr. Norwell has two important meetings this morning." "My nis Monica Swain." Monica!! Kevin and Saskia Holt's eyes widened in unison, staring at her! They looked a few more times! She was quite pretty! A natural beauty.
Monica, as a girl, felt awkward being stared at by them, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?" "Yesterday, you sent Mr. Norwell a Facebook message, and it was projected onto the big screen in the conference room." Saskia Holt looked at her with a smile, "How did you mistake Claire for Mr. Norwell's girlfriend?" "Do you know that girl just now?" Monica scrutinized Saskia Holt.
Kevin opened the car door, and Monica and Saskia Holt got in.
"Claire is my best friend; her boyfriend is a doctor!" Kevin sat in the driver's seat, "Shall we go to the mall to buy clothes first?" "Have you had breakfast?" Saskia Holt asked.
Monica shook her head, "But I'm not hungry." "Let's find a place to have breakfast first!" Saskia Holt said to Kevin, "Mr. Norwell entrusted Miss Swain to us, so we have to take good care of her. We can't let her go hungry!" "Alright." The car started.
Monica felt warmth in her heart; this was Tristan's care for her, wasn't it? Recalling the pat on the head just now, a strange tumult of emotions rose within her.
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