NovelStartMonica's heart was in turmoil as well.
"Is that it?" Tristan's gaze locked onto her, wanting to know her inner thoughts.
"Of course not." Monica avoided his eyes, then looked down again, her tone firm. "I won't go on any more blind dates with anyone unless they killand drag my corpse along!" Tristan looked at her with a mix of pity and happiness, as if seeing the sadness in her heart. But her words made him happy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't worry, I'll explain everything!" Monica bravely looked up, thinking that it would only give her a headache. "l won't waste your tanymore, I'll take care of everything and not cause you any more trouble." Upon hearing this, Tristan wasn't happy. What was she trying to do? Distance herself from him? As their eyes met, the man's gaze was dark and deep. "Monica, actually..." Just then, Monica's phone rang, the ringtone interrupting Tristan's unfinished words.
She glanced at the screen and saw that it was her mother calling. Looking at the caller ID, she hesitated.
Tristan saw the note on the screen too. "Answer it," he told her.
Monica's head felt overwhelmed, and her heart was troubled. Her parents’ issues had already affected her.
Under Tristan's watchful gaze, she finally answered, "..." "Which floor?" Belinda's icy voice cthrough. "I'm downstairs at the restaurant." The girl's chest tightened suddenly as she looked up and met Tristan's gaze! The private room was quiet, so even without the speakerphone on, Tristan could hear the cold tone in Belinda's mother's voice.
Before the girl could speak, he replied gently, "Auntie, we are on the 58th floor, turn left after exiting the elevator, and it's the first room. | will meet you at the door." Belinda didn't respond; she hung up the phone directly. Monica clutched her phone nervously, her heart filled with a hint of panic.
"Tristan, I..." "It's alright." He had already handed over the company's affairs to Kevin; tonight's tbelonged to him. "Facing it together is better than facing it alone. Sit down first." After saying that, he strode towards the door.
He thought to himself that since she could leave her mother alone to chere, it meant Monica cared about him. She hadn't stood him up. Monica closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bit her lip. Given her mother's personality, it was hard to imagine what would happen next. But with her ability, it seemed she could not stop it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFeeling embarrassed that Tristan would learn about her family affairs, she wondered if even Tristan would be dragged into her parents’ battles. To prevent her father's call from coming in again and making the situation worse, she silenced her phone.
Soon, Tristan saw the elevator door open at the entrance, and Belinda's mother emerged with a cold expression. "Hello, Auntie," Tristan greeted her warmly and politely. "Please cin." Belinda glanced at him and walked towards them in her high heels, her mood clearly written on her face, not hiding it at all. She passed by Tristan and entered the private room directly.
She was furious about her daughter's departure! If her daughter was with Tristan, it meant she was siding with Algerone Swain.
This was something Belinda couldn't bear! Her daughter was raised with her own hard work! Monica stood in front of the dining table, looking at her mother's hostile appearance and whispered, "Mom." Tristan entered the room as well. He glanced at the table full of dishes and spoke like a gentleman, "Let's sit and eat while we talk. I've cleared my schedule for tonight, so there's no rush." The words were meant for Belinda's mother.
Belinda sat down in the chair, putting her purse aside and looked up at him. "That's good because there are a few things | want to say to both of you. In summary, | don't agree with the two of you being together."
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