Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1386: Can't Leave For A Moment

"Miss Swain, our Mr. Norwell has an extremely high taste,” Saskia Holt praised as she led Monica into the president's office.

The room was spacious and bright, with a casual and natural layout. The sound of flowing water filled the air, and a large tank housed turtles and fish.

Monica's expression softened as she slowly looked around the room. Her gaze landed on his desk.

Although Tristan was not there, she could imagine him making plans and strategizing in the office.

She envisioned his tall, slender figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back.

She felt his presence in the air. Being in his office made her feel very close to him. Monica suddenly felt a bit envious of Saskia Holt.

Being the president's assistant and working closely with Tristan day and night seemed like such a happy experience.

"Miss Swain, what would you like to drink? We only have mocha and latte here," Saskia Holt asked warmly, closing the computer.

An important guest could not be neglected!

Because she knew that this girl was undoubtedly the future president's wife, her intuition and that of her master couldn't be wrong. Mr. Norwell's doting head pat had confirmed it.

with a smile, her

Saskia Holt said with a smile before

but not jealous or resentful. She could faintly feel Tristan's

her an affectionate head pat in front of

and she

brought over a cup of mocha. "Thank you," Monica said, taking it with both hands as she sat down

"You're welcome, Miss Swain.”

footsteps approached from the doorway. Monica looked up and saw Tristan entering, her eyes

Holt was also surprised. "Hello, Mr. Norwell," she greeted him quickly, grabbing a document from

office, only the two

as he walked toward

supposed to be working?" Monica asked, noting that he didn't seem to be here to fetch anything. If he needed documents, Kevin could have brought them to him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

the sofa across from her. "I don't need to do much for the

was done with

he spoke, his deep, gentle

made him inexplicably

again. Why had she come here? Was she worried about him? She couldn't say that outright,

he figured