Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1393: Am I Asking for Monica?

Nighttime.

Algerone Swain had arranged a business meeting with a friend, and he hadn't returned home by eight in the evening. The villa was pitch black, with no lights on and no servants in sight. It seemed like an unoccupied house. Did he really live here?

A Maybach was parked in the yard, with two streetlights emitting a warm yellow glow. Tristan had been waiting since sunset, through twilight, and then to the moon climbing up the treetops.

The surroundings were still quiet, with no sound of car engines, just the occasional chirping of insects and birds. He checked the time on his wrist again, preparing to call Uncle Swain to ask when he would be back. Just as he found the number, a car's headlights shone in his direction.

Tristan looked over and saw a car parked next to his, with less than two meters separating them. Algerone Swain's car had just come to a stop when he turned to look at the driver's seat of the other car, and his eyes met Tristan's.

Their gazes briefly met before they both got out of their cars almost simultaneously.

"Have you been waiting long?" Algerone Swain asked apologetically, "Mr. Norwell, when did you come?"

greeted him politely with a smile, "Just call me Tristan, I just

didn't say much, as the winter night wind was a bit biting. He strode into the house, and Tristan followed

lights came on automatically. Tristan guessed that there might not be a lady of the house, otherwise the lights wouldn't have been off all this time. However, just because there wasn't one tonight

just a coincidence? Or maybe the lady of

room alone spanning two hundred square meters. There were indeed no servants, as Algerone

saved Swain's number in his father's phone earlier

the future, if you need to find me, be sure to call me in advance,” the middle-aged man said

thinking to himself: staying at the company? A man with such freedom must undoubtedly be

sofa, his deep and gentle eyes scanning the living room for a woman's touch. He couldn't find any signs,

anything yet. He had come here today to get a definitive answer, to see what the

Monica didn't lack money, so giving her gifts to win her favor was meaningless and

"Go ahead."

coffee table and sat down across from Tristan, “What

softly, "Have you been single all