“I'l come over in the afternoon,” Tristan told her. “I'm a bit busy right now and can't get away. Are you at the hospital? Pass the phone to him; I'll speak with him."

Obviously, Monica's situation was weighing on Tristan's mind.

But as a slow-to-warm-up person, he might not have even realized it himself.

Eason took the call. "Brother," his voice soft.

Tristan drove patiently as he spoke with him.

Finally, he reassured him, "Eason, be good, eat your breakfast first, and listen to your sister. Brother will definitely come to see you in the afternoon, okay?"

"Then, Brother, you must come. Eason will wait for you."

"Alright, I will definitely go find you!"

"Okay, bye-bye, Brother.”

"Bye-bye."

Tristan hung up the phone and put it away. He couldn't help but speed up, not wanting to keep Monica waiting since she had already arrived. As he drove, Tristan realized that the shared location's final address seemed so familiar.

why it was familiar —

is the translation in past

Could it be...

her blind date

of it for a long time. When the thought

he still help

he be sabotaging Tom's chances

slowed down, lost in

he had with Tom yesterday about love and relationships. Tom had said he was too busy for dating but wasn't against blind dates. He was too busy and

nice girl and would

of pushing her into Tom's arms made him feel inexplicably annoyed. He stepped on the

a quiet and beautiful morning, with a thick scent of roses filling the air in the Fritz family's yard. The clouds in the

the car door opened, and Monica and her mother got out. The

Mrs. Fritz loved planting roses and took care of them

amazed. It was an incredibly stunning beauty! It

a long dress, happily hugged

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sparkled. The

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