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.

card box tightly, her head

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

The girl turned her gaze to him, finding his profile softened, the

lost in her thoughts, Tristan hit the brakes, and the car came to a stop. The girl came back to her senses and looked out the window, realizing

the car sped away. Everything that needed to

her daughter get out of Tristan's car and walk towards her, noticing the smile on her face that she couldn't

entering, Monica saw her mother, her smile faded,

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" The girl was puzzled, "What are you worrying about? Are you afraid I'll get lost during the

her and asked seriously, "What were you doing at

shocked, "How could you think

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

to share more about Tristan's family affairs, “You can really believe me this time, I'm not

mother's eyes were full of

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