In the courtyard filled with the scent of roses, Belinda and Tristan opened the passenger doors of their respective cars together, both casting their eyes on Monica at the same time.

Monica was both shocked and overjoyed that Tristan had opened the passenger door for her too. Was he going to take her with him?

"Get in?" Tristan's thin lips parted, speaking first.

Monica immediately stepped forward, hooked his arm and then looked back at her mother. "Mom, you go back to the hotel first. The room key is in your bag.”

Having said that, she turned around and got into Tristan's car. She liked him and wanted to spend more time with him.

Tristan helped her close the car door, nodded to everyone, especially Belinda, as a gesture.

Then he walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. Tristan was always like this, a gentleman who seemed polite but a little distant. Belinda closed the passenger door, said goodbye to Mrs. Fritz, and got in her car.

The two cars left almost simultaneously, with Tristan slightly ahead and Belinda following behind.

Monica sat in the passenger seat. Once again, she found herself in a relatively small space with him, feeling as if the air was

face even more handsome. The girl stole a few glances at him. "Thank... thank you for today." Thinking back to that kiss, she

didn't look

a brief silence, Monica found a topic. "How much

don't want to owe you a favor!" the girl blurted out. "I still owe

accounts with me? What about the kiss

taken aback, her innocent eyes wide. Did he

Tristan asked, then took

kiss me back if you want." She said this

Tristan blurted out, but

and magnetic voice, his tone, made Monica feel warm

window, feeling that the scenery on the side of the road had become much

for today. You must be very busy,

is following behind," Tristan said, asking, "Are

looked in the rearview mirror. Oh my god! It

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