NovelStartChapter 1575 An Escort
It had to be said, Tristan was really a person who never held out hope. He was an upright, law-abiding citizen, dependable.
Monica looked at him, unable to hold back an even brighter smile, "Right, you have to drive!" She bit the skewer and laughed,
"You're an escort! You have to stay sober."
Tristan was very steady.
So she poured him a glass of water, "Come, let's toast, to Algerone and Belinda's relationship progressing. Let's set a small goal for
them to get married within a month!"
Tristan raised the cup, "Then we'll have to work hard, let's do our best together." He lightly clinked it against her beer can,
"Speaking of which, do you still remember your dad planting the yard full of roses?"
"I remember." The girl nodded, "It's so cold now, hope they didn't freeze."
"They won't, your dad will take good care of them." Tristan asked, "Your mom doesn't know about this right?"
Monica thought about it, "Probably doesn't know | feel."
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"So, we have to strike while the iron's hot this time, reveal this to her naturally to move her." Tristan reminded her, "We need to
think of a way."
"Okay! Yup!" Monica was very happy, "Cheers!"
"Didn't expect you'd drink too." Tristan's horizons were broadened a bit as their drinks clinked.
"Just a little, I'm in a good mood today, can't help it!" She smiled till her eyes narrowed, and said to him, "I drank it, you can do
what you want."
Seeing her so real before him, how could he not love her?
She drank a mouthful of beer then ate a skewer, laughing as she said, "Anyway you're by my side, with an escort, even if | get
drunk, at least | won't wander the streets!"
"That won't happen, I'll protect you." Tristan didn't eat many skewers, he wasn't used to the strong flavors, but he really enjoyed
being with her.
Just like every moment right now, it made him feel especially comfortable, no work pressure, no troubles either.
Monica really couldn't hold her liquor. After just two cans, she felt a little tipsy. "Tristan, you're so handsome, have you noticed?"
"I rarely look in the mirror."
"Why not?"
"Waste of time."
She gazed at him adoringly, eating lots of skewers. She had basically finished what they ordered.
"Boss, bill please!" Finally, Monica pushed herself up from the table tipsily, almost like a chivalrous lady. She nearly lost her
balance.
"Careful!" Tristan quickly got up and steadied her, "Let's go, | already paid, be careful."
"When did you pay?" Monica walked with him, swaying and falling into his arms several times. She struggled to look up at that
handsface and joked, "Tell me, are you planning to be my sugar daddy?"
"If you say so, then so be it, whatever you say is right." Opening the car door, Tristan helped her into the passenger seat, "Lift your
legs, careful."
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He buckled her seatbelt for her and found she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. He took a blanket to cover her.
Going wild at such intensity for half a day, she must be very tired!
Tristan returned to the driver's seat. He started the car and drove towards the little villa among the mansions.
On the way, he held her hand. Finding it a bit cool, he hurriedly turned on the heater.
Driving her home, his speed remained slow. Tristan especially treasured every second with her, even just like this without talking,
as long as she was by his side, he felt reassured.
About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the little villa, in the yard. He saw the whole building was pitch black
without a single light on.
Clearly no one was home.
"Monica." Tristan leaned over holding her hand, "Monica, wake up."
The girl was sleeping hazily but still heard his voice. She murmured in her seat without opening her eyes. Her head was still dizzy.
"Monica, your mom's not home. When is she coming back?" Tristan asked patiently, "Do you bring your keys?"
"She's back to Canada now..." The girl said with her eyes closed.
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