NovelStartChapter 1486: | am not obsessed with gains and losses
Just like that, Tristan called Kevin, asked him to postpone the meeting for half an hour, and then personally drove Monica home.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica felt a bit awkward. Her thoughts were a mess, and she couldn't focus, always thinking about
this and that.
He had just taken the initiative to hold her hand. Did that have any other meaning?
Or... was he just simply teaching her how to catch dolls?
Tristan drove, his face calm as he looked straight ahead. He always gave off the feeling of a steady gentleman, and no one knew
what he was thinking.
When he dropped Monica off at home, he didn't forget to remind her, "Take all your dolls with you."
"Okay." Monica nodded, got out of the car and carried the two large bags from the back seat, "Thank you, bye!"
She watched as Tristan drove away.
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At this time, Belinda was still sulking in the living room. Seeing her daughter cin, carrying two large bags of small dolls, she
stared at her, "What are these?"
"Dolls | caught!" She wore a good mood on her face.
Monica walked a few steps forward, noticed the empty bowl on the dining table, walked in for a closer look, and asked, "Belinda,
did you just eat noodles for lunch? Isn't that a bit simple?"
"Monica, where did these things cfrom?" Belinda raised an eyebrow, "You wouldn't be bored enough to go and catch dolls all
by yourself, would you? And you were able to catch them?"
"What do you mean?" Her daughter raised an eyebrow, "I, I, | admit, | can't catch them, but Tristan can! Look, these are all his
achievements! Isn't he great?"
Belinda glanced at the bags in her hand, estimating over thirty dolls, thinking, Tristan is quite smart.
"Are you two officially dating?" Belinda locked her gaze on her daughter's face and asked directly.
Monica didn't answer directly. She carried the bags straight upstairs, "You, first manage your relationship with Algerone! Don't
worry about young people's affairs!" It was like carrying two bags of treasures.
After going upstairs, Monica was thinking about how to store these dolls.
After much thought, she felt that she needed two large transparent cylindrical storage bins. It would also make her happy to put
them beside her bed.
So, she used her phone to search, found a boutique nearby, and excitedly prepared to go downstairs to buy.
Just as she got to the first floor living room, Belinda blocked the entrance, stopping her way, "Did he confess to you?" In her
mother's eyes, this was a serious question.
"Not yet." She was also frank.
"Can't you be a bit reserved?" Belinda looked at her, a bit frustrated, "Can't you act like a girl? If he really likes you, he wouldn't let
you be so obsessed with gains and losses, making you stick to him all the time."
"I'm not obsessed with gains and losses, I'm very happy right now!" Monica sidestepped her mother, "Think about you and
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She hummed a tune and ran off far away!
Tristan's car hadn't arrived at the company yet. His phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. After thinking for a few seconds, he
answered, "Hello."
"Tristan." Violet's voice came, "I'm Finnley Russell's mother, Claire's aunt. I'd like to invite you for a cup of coffee, is now
convenient?"
Tristan thought about it, and before he could answer, Violet added, "Don't worry, | won't take up too much of your time, just want
to chat with you briefly."
"Okay." Tristan agreed, simply because she was his elder.
Five minutes later, at a quiet coffee shop nearby, Violet and Tristan sat at a table by the window.
The waiter brought them two cups of latte and two delicate pastries.
"Tristan, thank you." Violet started gratefully, "For trying your best to find Claire, becoming the first one among us to find her."
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