Surprised Wife With Twins

As she gazed at him, Tristan drove seriously, his eyes focused on the road. For a fleeting moment, Monica felt dazed, finding his cold and stern profile, illuminated by the backlight, exuding a uniquely masculine charm that was warm and gentle.

In the brief silence, she was filled with emotion, still lost in her reverie. Tristan didn't hear her respond, so he turned his gaze and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't hear me clearly just now? Need me to repeat myself?"

Meeting his gaze, she quickly shook her head, and then nodded hurriedly, her inner turmoil inexplicable, "No, I heard you clearly. I will wait for your call!"

The man shifted his eyes back to the road and continued driving. After a while, she whispered softly, “Thank you."

Tristan didn't reply, and the car fell silent again, the Maybach speeding along the road. Monica glanced at the card in her hand, thought about it for a while, and then hesitated to ask, "Should I give this card to you or..." She knew that her visit to the hospital today was under special circumstances.

She didn't have any identity to be there and it wouldn't be appropriate to go tomorrow either. More importantly, she liked him and didn't want to be a nuisance.

Afraid that Tristan would be upset, she was actually overthinking it. "What do you need it for?" the man asked in a low voice, "You promised him, so you have to keep your word. If you don't go tomorrow, what will I do if Eason comes looking for me?"

So, his point was-she had to go.

this, Monica clenched the card

a while, she heard him say, "Tomorrow at two in the afternoon, I'll

her gaze to him, finding his profile softened, the faint sunlight

to her senses and looked out the window, realizing

didn't say anything, as the car sped away. Everything that needed to be said had

watched her daughter get out of Tristan's car and walk towards her, noticing the smile on her

her mother, her smile faded, and

me like that?" The girl was puzzled, "What are you worrying about? Are you afraid I'll get

on her and asked seriously, "What were you doing at the

could you think that?" Her

go to the hospital?" Belinda reached out to her daughter, "Give me

report! We just went to visit a friend.” Monica half-truthfully explained, not wanting to

mother's eyes were