NovelStartChapter 1576 He Took Her Home
"What?" Tristan frowned slightly and looked again at the pitch-black building. "She went to Canada?"
Monica leaned against the back of the chair, her head tilted as she slept soundly, no longer responding to his question.
Tristan looked at her and sighed lightly. He thought it would be more convenient to take Monica back to his place, plus he had an
important video conference tonight.
So Tristan started the car again, wanting to take her home. He really didn't feel assured leaving her alone here.
Tristan looked ahead steadily. His handsface was incredibly gentle and made people feel utterly reassured and inclined to get
close when looking at him.
Soon, the car stopped in the yard.
Tristan moved gently to remove the blanket from her body and helped her undo the seatbelt, then carried her directly out of the
passenger seat in his arms.
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Just like that, he princess carried Monica towards his residence.
Once inside, Tristan carried Monica straight upstairs and laid her on the bed in the guest room. He took off her shoes and carefully
tucked the blanket around her.
Monica was truly drunk and slept very soundly. She laid there with her long hair draped around her, looking like a docile little
kitten.
Tristan gently closed the door and first went to the bathroom to take a shower. He had the habit of showering as soon as he got
home, washing away the day's fatigue and changing his mood before getting to work.
After the shower, his mind would be much clearer. He persevered in working in his study for at least two hours every night. He
always had this helpless feeling that he couldn't grasp tand felt he was aging prematurely.
The sound of water stopped and Tristan cout in hclothes after a while.
He blew dry his hair and got a glass of warm water before going to his study.
His study was very simple, in a gray-white style. Scar models he had designed were placed on the bookshelves, and shad
already gone into production with the models from last year leading sales nationwide.
A few tool books that were hard to find on the market were placed in the most conspicuous position, obviously frequently used.
Tristan sat down at his desk, turned on the computer, and glanced at the ton the clock on the wall. There was still half an hour
before the video conference started.
He opened his email to view sfeedback from customers today and patiently responded.
Kevin could have handled these matters, but Tristan's replies helped demonstrate Clarke Group's cooperative sincerity.
In the guest room, Tristan had deliberately left a small night light on for her, and the warm light suffused the room.
The curtains weren't closed, allowing sfaint light to shine through.
Perhaps it was because the bed was too big and soft, but Monica slept very soundly...
Two hours passed unknowingly.
Tristan's study was still brightly lit as the video conference continued.
He would also take notes from tto time, listening carefully to the executives' suggestions and expressing his own views.
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In the guest room, Monica rolled over on the spacious soft bed. She just felt parched, her throat seeming to spew smoke.
Under this tormenting feeling, she could no longer sleep well.
In a daze, she opened her eyes, blinking them open. She was suddenly stunned.
In the dim light, Monica saw the room's layout clearly. Where was this? An unfamiliar environment!
She sat up abruptly and took a look under the blanket at herself. Fortunately she was fully clothed, and she breathed a sigh of
relief. But on second thought, she couldn't help feeling nervous again.
How did she end up here?
Sitting on the bed, she tried hard to recall the afternoon at the amusement park with Tristan, and then they went to eat at a street
stall where she also drank beer...
Could this be Tristan's home?
She stared at the doorway, and suddenly even her breathing beccautious.
How could he have brought her back here??
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