NovelStartWhat did he mean? Monica stared at him, her heart momentarily stunned.
There was a rare tenderness in Tristan's eyes, but he quickly cto his senses, worried that she would be unprepared and frightened.
So he retracted his gaze and smiled at her, "Let's eat quickly; the food is getting cold." As he spoke, he picked up his fork.
The girl sat down beside him, but couldn't help thinking of her mother's attitude just now, making her even more worried for him.
"I'm sorry." Facing the carefully prepared dishes on the table, kind-hearted Monica felt that she owed him a lot, had no appetite, and was in a terrible mood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMoney wasn't the issue; it was his time, which was undoubtedly very precious.
"Stop saying that," Tristan said casually to make her feel better. "Don't feel indebted; we can consider this an equal exchange.
Tomorrow afternoon at two, I'll pick you up at the hotel." Monica sobered up from her illusion of love at the words "equal exchange," which made her feel a bit lost.
"Okay," she replied softly. She wouldn't refuse this favor, after all, she had promised Eason and had already wasted Tristan's ttoday.
The atmosphere during dinner was a bit chilly. Tristan didn't speak, and Monica didn't know what to say.
She couldn't help but wonder, in his heart, was this just an equal exchange? Then why did he say earlier that he wanted to help her and wasn't afraid of getting involved? So what was he thinking? Why did it seem like love one moment and so cold the next? After dinner, Tristan drove her back to the hotel. They didn't have much conversation on the way.
When she got out of the car, Tristan reminded her, "See you tomorrow at two." "Okay," Monica waved at him, "Drive safely." Then she watched the car drive away.
The girl put away her smile, took a deep breath, and checked her phone. A series of missed calls were all from her father! There were 48 of them! Instead of going upstairs right away, she called her father back in front of the hotel, "Hello, Dad." "Monica, what's going on? I've been calling you, but you didn't answer." The anxious voice of a middle-aged man cthrough.
"My phone was on silent." Upon hearing that his daughter was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked incredulously, "Your mother cto Arkpool City too? What for?" "It's a long story, where are you?" Monica was in a bad mood and wanted someone to talk to.
Her father gave her an address and asked for her specific location, sensing that his daughter was willing to meet up.
So Algerone Swain said, "Find a nearby café, and I'll be right there." "Is it convenient for you at this late hour?" Monica asked softly. He was a married man, after all, with a wife at home.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man didn't react at first, but soon said, "Of course, it's convenient. I'll be right there, just wait for me." "Alright." After ending the call, Monica glanced back at the hotel and then headed to a nearby café.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSoon, Algerone Swain arrived by car and quickly entered the café, where he saw his daughter.
"Dad." Monica held a cup of coffee, gazing at him with a touch of sadness. It had been a long tsince they had seen each other.
The middle-aged man sat down across from her and asked directly, "Where are you staying?" "At a nearby hotel." "When did you arrive?" There was concern in his voice.
"A few days ago." Monica told her father about her mother's attempts to set her up with Tom Fritz, her own feelings for Tristan, and how she had asked Tristan to be her shield.
She also mentioned how her mother had initially agreed to let her be with Tristan, but a single phone call from her father had ruined everything.
The daughter didn't blhim, she just laid out the facts and wanted to find a solution.
Algerone Swain listened carefully, and in the end, he felt terrible, "I'm sorry."
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