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Monica cto her senses and remembered that it was on the way. But even though it was on the way, didn't waiting for she take time? Thinking back to when he left the hospital, he clearly encountered something urgent. The girl pursed her lips and hurriedly followed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTristan remained the gentleman, helping her open the passenger door, then walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat.
Monica got in the car herself, closed the door, and fastened her seatbelt. The car sped away! Throughout the journey, Monica held the box of cards, her thoughts uneasy, involuntarily recalling the scene in the bookstore just now. He could have left first, but he had gone into the bookstore to find her.
Tristan drove seriously, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, he asked, "What do you think of Tom Fritz?" Monica hadn't quite reacted yet. She turned her eyes to him, her gaze filled with doubt. She listened to him ask again, "He's so outstanding, didn't you like him?" His words seemed probing. But hearing them in Monica's ears, coming from Tristan's mouth, made her feel very uncomfortable.
Why? Did he want her to like Tom Fritz? Although she felt a little disappointed, she still turned her gaze to him and asked, "What do you mean by this? Do you wantto like him? Or not?" She asked three questions in a row, then looked at him like that, waiting for his reply. A minute passed, and even when Tristan glanced at her, he still answered with silence. The car continued moving forward.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSoon, Monica's phone rang. It was Belinda calling. Monica collected her emotions and answered, "Hello, Belinda." "When are you coming back? Are you with Tristan?" Belinda had already returned to the hotel and was waiting.
"Yes," Monica replied, "We're on our way back to the hotel. He's driving me." "That's good. Invite Tristan for dinner tonight." Belinda's tone was calm and a bit serious, "There were sthings | couldn't say at the Fritz family gathering today. Since you two are together, and | don't object, Tristan is indeed outstanding. But there are still stopics that need to be discussed, such as him becoming my son-in-law." Monica was very anxious. Did they have to have dinner? How to wrap this up? "Monica, are you listening or not? Why aren't you saying anything?" "I heard you." She said, then glanced at him, "lI understand." And then she hung up the phone.
A full two minutes passed, and Tristan still didn't hear her speak. He observed her expression through the rearview mirror, "What's the matter?" Because she always seemed hesitant to speak.
He didn't expect him to take the initiative. Monica turned her gaze, but he didn't look at her, focusing on driving seriously. But since he had spoken, she went ahead and voiced her request, "My mother wants to invite you to dinner. She really thinks we're together... She said that there were outsiders at the Fritz family gathering today, so sthings were hard to say." Tristan remained silent, as if it were his habit. Monica pursed her lips, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "What do we do now? | feel like we can't end this." Today was dinner, what would the request be tomorrow? She never would have thought that their fathers directly urged them to marry and have children! She hadn't even gotten Tristan's response when his phone rang again. Kevin's call cthrough.
Tristan glanced at the caller ID and rejected the call. She could feel his noticeably faster driving speed, so Monica felt even more apologetic, as she had indeed delayed him.
She thought that he was so busy, and it was already three or four o'clock, how could he have tfor dinner? Just as Monica didn't hold out hope for him and didn't know how to deal with her mother, Tristan spoke softly, saying, "I'll arrange dinner. Keep your phone on, just wait for my call." Astonished! The girl turned her eyes to him incredulously, for a moment doubting whether she had misheard.