Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1529: An Embarrassing Scene

At this time, in the CEO's office.

Monica was like an exceptionally happy child, waiting obediently for Tristan's arrival. He was in a meeting. Just thinking about his

calm demeanor, coupled with his sharply defined handsface, a smile couldn't help but appear at the corners of Monica's lips.

Soon, she heard the sound of footsteps. She joyfully turned her eyes and saw through the glass wall a pair of long legs striding

towards her.

It was Tristan! She was certain!

Soon after, the tall and handsTristan appeared in her line of sight, walking in from the door. Seeing her, a warm and attractive

smile appeared on his face, "Monica, how cyou're here? I'm sorry, you've been waiting for a long time."

"I missed you! It's okay, it's my fault for not telling you in advance. | thought I'd give you a surprise." She playfully tilted her head,

turned around, and presented the thermos bowl to him, "Ta-da! Try the soup | made. It's my first tcooking, you're super lucky!"

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"First tcooking?" Tristan reached out to take it, looking at her in surprise and doubt.

"Yep!" She looked forward to his reaction, "Go on, taste it."

Tristan settled down on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, placing the thermos bowl on the coffee table, "This soup, you'll

have to feedyourself for it to taste the freshest." He teased her playfully, a rare lack of seriousness.

"..." Monica, despite her outgoing personality, couldn't help but blush at his words. Feed him the soup?

Tristan lifted the lid and handed the spoon to her, "Hurry up."

Having already made the soup for him, Monica was more than happy to feed him. So she boldly accepted the spoon, "Alright! Just

feeding you, that's easy!"

She took the thermos bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, standing in front of him, slightly bending her body, carefully

blowing on a spoonful of soup before carefully bringing it to his thin lips.

At that moment, the two were only inches apart, as if their noses were almost touching. Monica felt her heart pounding wildly, her

body inexplicably heating up.

Tristan was thrown into disarray, "I should do it myself." He took the thermos bowl and spoon somewhat awkwardly, then leaned

back on the sofa and started drinking the soup himself.

Monica had no choice but to stand up straight, the corners of her lips curling up as she watched him take the first sip, "How is it? Is

it good?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Tristan's handsbrows furrow slightly, and she quickly asked again, "What's wrong?

Doesn't it taste good?"

"It's delicious! Delicious!" Tristan complimented her with a laugh, "Of course it's good, this is the best chicken soup I've ever had!"

Saying that, he took several more sips.

"That's a must!" Monica revealed a smile, she crossed her arms over her chest and began praising herself nonstop, "Even though |

have never cooked before, | still inherited my mother's amazing culinary skills, I'm a natural!"

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"Indeed!" He gave her a thumbs up.

Then Monica seemed a little proud, enthusiastically talking about how she made the soup today, including sspecific steps,

appearing very professional.

Tristan listened to her attentively while drinking the soup, a warm smile always on his face.

After she finished speaking, Monica saw that he had almost finished the soup. Blinking her beautiful eyes, she asked happily, "How

is it? Am | amazing?"

Tristan had a smile on his face, unsure of how to respond. He thought for a moment, then scooped up a spoonful of black chicken

soup and brought it to her lips, "You probably didn't have tto taste it, right? Here, have a sip?"

"How did you know?" The girl looked at him in surprise, a smile of happiness on her face, "I didn't have tto taste it at all. As

soon as it was ready, | brought it to you."

The girl opened her pink lips, and when the soup entered her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as she looked at him, "Did

| forget to put in salt?"

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