Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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In the hotel, Belinda tidied herself up, looking much younger than her age due to her proper maintenance. She mentally prepared for the topics she would discuss that evening.

In her heart, she had already accepted Tristan.

Tristan was excellent in his own right, his abilities and skills on par with Tom Fritz.

Moreover, Belinda believed Monica's words; she was definitely not pregnant, indicating that Tristan was not a reckless person, and his character was quite good.

Inside the room, Monica was no longer as excited and nervous as when she first met Tristan. It was already the afternoon, and she would soon see Tristan, but she hadn't taken a shower or changed her clothes.

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Regardless of her state, her natural, untouched face was incredibly beautiful.

Her good personality also made her inherently charming.

Monica sat in a chair by the window, sipping on a cup of warm water. She gazed at the clouds in the sky and couldn't help but wonder- What did Tristan mean when he mentioned Tom Fritz in the car today? Was he jealous? Thinking back to that moment, it seemed somewhat possible, but he was always so aloof and concise, making it difficult to guess his thoughts.

So the girl wasn't quite sure what Tristan was really thinking...

She felt that this man's thoughts were somewhat enigmatic, yet it seemed that he liked her.

However, as she thought about it, a faint smile appeared on Monica's lips.

Whenever she thought of him, she felt overjoyed and warmth filled her heart.

Soon, a knock on the door and her mother's voice cin unison- "Monica, what are you doing? Are you ready to leave? It's almost five o'clock!" The girl looked back, "The door is unlocked, cin." The door opened, and Belinda entered, making Monica's eyes light up. She quickly put down her cup and stood up, "Aren't you dressed up a bit too much?" "I just put seffort into my appearance." The middle-aged woman walked over, scrutinizing her, "You haven't even changed your clothes? Are we still having dinner tonight? Why? It's already five o'clock, and he hasn't called yet?" Monica's chest tightened, and at her mother's questioning, she beca little worried. Tristan hadn't called yet... Did he have a last-minute emergency? After all, he had left the hospital in such a hurry.

Belinda's suspicious gaze fixed on her daughter, and Monica took out her phone. She discovered that Tristan had sent her a message five minutes ago! She quickly opened it and, holding back her excitement, told her mother, "He's made the arrangements and sent the address." "Then why don't you start getting ready?" "Okay! Right away!" The girl put down her phone and rushed into the bathroom! She changed her clothes, put on earrings, and applied a light everyday makeup.

She thought to herself, Tristan surely wouldn't like girls with heavy makeup, right? Being such an outstanding man, he must have his own unique taste.

As a woman, Belinda observed her daughter's every move and realized that she genuinely liked Tristan.

Because her face showed the shyness of a young girl.

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Before long, Monica's phone rang. She quickly picked it up and said excitedly to her mother, "It's Tristan!" Then she slid her finger to answer the call.

"Hello~" her voice was exceptionally gentle, even dragging out a cute tone at the end.

"Should | cpick you up?" Tristan asked.

Monica looked at her mother and whispered, "Do you want him to cpick us up?" "No need." Belinda said, "We'll drive there ourselves." She still had sthings to ask her daughter on the way.

She then conveyed her mother's decision to Tristan and thanked him.

"See you later," Tristan said. "I'll leave now, and it'll take about twenty minutes to get there." "See you later," Monica replied before hanging up the phone.

"Belinda, shall we go?" Monica picked up her purse from the couch.

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded, gave her daughter a deep look, and headed toward the door, "I have a few questions to ask you later."

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