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Chapter 1491: A Slower Relationship Is Particularly Thoughtful

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The sudden change of topic left Monica taken aback. She thought she had misheard, and a brief silence fell over the car.

She was pondering how to respond, while Tristan waited for her answer.

"I've never been in love," Monica turned her gaze, "But there is someone | like." In that moment, she felt a surge of desire to

confess her feelings, but she managed to restrain herself.

Tristan understood something from her gaze. He glanced at her, then looked away and asked, "What expectations do you have for

your first love? For example, what would be your ideal love?"

She thought about it. Although she didn't understand the meaning of his question, she was still willing to share with him.

"I think love doesn't follow a formula," Monica was brave as she expressed her opinion, "In a lifetime, one will meet countless

people, but to encounter that kind of feeling, you really need fate."

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"What kind of feeling?" Whether he genuinely didn't understand or was pretending not to, the car was moving very slowly, and

Tristan asked this question.

Monica thought of certain moments, now wrapped in his coat again.

Her heartbeat began to race, "Whenever | think of him, | feel a joy that fills my heart."

She really didn't know how to describe it. Before the most beautiful feeling, she was at a loss for words. Perhaps that's why there

have been so many poems about love throughout history, each person's understanding is different.

Tristan understood this feeling. Just like now, whenever he thought of Monica, he too felt a joy that filled his heart.

So, a joy that fills the heart was their understanding of love. It seemed he was on the swavelength as her.

Monica was waiting for him to speak, but a brief silence fell in the car again.

Until he parked the car in the courtyard in front of the small Western-style building, he didn't say another word.

Monica wanted to take off his coat, but was stopped by him just as he unbuckled his seat belt, "It's snowing heavily. Keep it on for

now, don't catch a cold."

After saying this, he got out of the car, and when he was taking out the transparent cylindrical storage box from the trunk, she got

out from the passenger seat.

"I can take it," she reached out to him, "Thank you."

"No need," Tristan, holding two 'big guys’, started walking towards the living room, "I'll help you."

The girl watched his tall figure, thinking back to the question he asked in the car, she didn't know what he meant.

But for now, this feeling of not puncturing the paper window was quite nice.

She could feel Tristan's affection for her, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted so much ttoday.

Without Claire as a major rival, Monica felt much more relaxed and optimistic about the future, even if the relationship progressed

slowly.

This slower relationship was not impulsive, it was full of sincerity, and exceptionally thoughtful.

Coincidentally, Belinda wasn't hat this time.

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After Monica entered, she saw him carrying the storage box upstairs, she quickly followed him, wearing his coat, "First room on the

left!"

"Okay!"

At this time, in the multi-purpose conference room of Clarke Corp, the room was heated, and heavy snow was falling outside the

floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the long conference table, all the computers had slowly risen and turned on, in front of each computer sat a company

executive, their ages ranging from 30 to 60, holding high positions in the company.

All of them were dressed in suits, sitting seriously.

Today's meeting was about a new product that had encountered several problems as soon as it was put into production, completely

different from expectations.

So everyone was serious, with an attitude of quickly solving the problem.

"Kevin, where on earth has Mr. Norwell gone? Why hasn't he cback yet?"

Finally, the older Mr. Lee spoke up, asking, "At least give us an accurate answer. It's easy to have traffic accidents in this heavy

snow. Where is he? Is he in the city?"

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