Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1713 Tristan's Surprise for Her

Getting out of the car, Tristan held her hand, instinctively intertwining their fingers, and walked with her along the riverbank.

The snow on the riverbank in early spring had melted, and the winter plum blossoms were still in full bloom.

"Do you want to find your parents?" Tristan turned to look at her as they walked, his voice low, "If you want to find them, | can help

you, | will support you."

This was the decision he had made on the way back from the hospital.

Monica shook her head, "I don't want to, | don't want to go looking for them either. Since we're already separated, it just wasn't

meant to be." She turned to ask, "Even if we found them, then what?"

Tristan saw a touch of sweet, faint smile at the corner of her lips, as if she had let go and becaccepting in an instant.

Just walking like this, glancing at each other, the smile on the girl's lips grew deeper.

After a while, Tristan stopped her footsteps. He stood still in front of her, hands on her shoulders, his eyes gentle and affectionate,

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"Monica, your parents will be very happy that you can think like this. You have to truly let it go, little by little, day by day. Don't

wrong yourself, tellif you're unhappy."

He knew it would take tto let go, it wasn't something that could be done in just a few words.

"Okay, | promise you," Monica's voice was low, the smile at the corner of her lips gentle and pretty, "Are you busy? Going to the

company?"

Tristan shook his head, "No, Hope has cleared my work for today. I'll stay with you the whole time."

"Then takehome," Monica said to him, "I'm a little tired. | want to sleep for a while."

He nodded, "Okay." Then he put his arm around her shoulders and strode towards the nearby car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica glanced out the window until she cback to her senses and realized the car had stopped

in front of his villa.

Not her dad's small western-style house at all.

"..." Monica was a little surprised.

But Tristan calmly unfastened his seatbelt, "Stay at my place tonight, I'll feel more at ease that way."

She watched him get out of the car, watched him walk around to open the passenger door for her. He was chivalrous and

courteous, his eyes toward her very gentle.

Monica didn't hesitate for too long, it wasn't like she hadn't stayed over before, no need to be coy about it.

So she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car, striding with him towards the living room. Being with him always gave her a sense

of security.

He entered the fingerprint password and the door opened.

Tristan said to her, "Wait here for a moment." Then he blocked the doorway, fiddling with the door handle as he entered the

fingerprint lock's management mode.

He took her finger and added her fingerprint.

"You..." Monica was surprised again. They weren't even married yet, she felt a little awkward and uneasy.

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But Tristan took her other hand, glanced at her, his eyes full of gentle emotions, "You're the lady of this house, entering the

fingerprint password is inevitable sooner or later. The sooner the better, whenever you want to cover, you can canytime

without needing to notify me."

After entering the password, he took her hand and headed upstairs.

Before taking her back to the bedroom to rest, Tristan mysteriously said to her, "Monica, lettake you somewhere first."

"Where?" The girl was led by the hand, following passively behind him.

Soon, they turned a corner and a bright walk-in closet cinto view. The open shelves filled with strips of lights were full of all

kinds of little dresses.

Glittering and shining under the lights one by one.

"You..." the girl turned in shock, "Are these all for me?"

"Who else?" Tristan said to her, "I didn't know what styles you liked, so | got them all. You can pick out the ones you like."

"This is too wasteful..." Monica turned and punched him in the chest, "You still have to save up for the bride price! This is reckless

spending! | can just bring my own clothes when | cover!"

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