Surprised Wife With Twins

Outside the window, the last hint of twilight disappeared, and the city's lights began to shine. The early winter night always arrived quickly. The entire curved glass window was clean and bright, without any reflection, offering a clear view of the bustling night scene.

Tristan arrived early, as a matter of etiquette.

He left all his work to Kevin and glanced at his watch, estimating that Monica and her mother should be arriving soon.

Somehow, Tristan felt a bit nervous, as this was the first time he was meeting Monica's mother.

He treated the situation cautiously.

Thinking of Monica, many scenes played like a film in his mind: their first blind date, their encounter in England, and when she dragged Claire in front of him...

Unknowingly, they had spent so much time together.

She was straightforward and genuine. Her expressions, her words, and her actions all left a unique impression on Tristan.

He agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend and help her avoid blind dates because he didn't dislike her.

"Mr. Norwell, may we serve the dishes now?" The waiter at the door asked as a reminder.

senses, glanced at the time, and then looked at the waiter,

Mr. Norwell.” One of the female waitresses smiled and nodded, then stepped

had arrived. Monica came back to her senses,

She looked up at the skyscraper in front of

in the elevator, and her mood

calm

would explain things to

carefully arranged amidst his busy schedule, he was helping her out, and yet her

a private room with a window on the 58th floor, Tristan stood with his back to the window. His posture was straight,

footsteps, he turned his

waiter at the

entered his line of sight, with no one else

served — more than a dozen, clearly meticulously prepared, the aroma of food

touched, but also apologetic, her expression

mother hadn't come, but Tristan didn't seem puzzled. Instead, he

left. They considerately closed

distance, feeling wronged and wanting to speak to him, but found she had no standing and didn't know where to begin. “I'm sorry,

walked towards

gentle voice was like a spring breeze,