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?"

Swain." Tristan greeted him politely with a smile, "Just call me

the winter night wind was a bit biting. He

wouldn't have been

just a coincidence? Or maybe

alone spanning two hundred square meters. There were indeed no servants, as Algerone Swain made tea for Tristan himself, asking, "Don't you have my phone

saved Swain's

to find me, be sure to call me in advance,” the middle-aged man said kindly. "Sometimes I work overtime at the company and

company? A man with such freedom must undoubtedly

eyes scanning the living room for

here today to get a definitive answer, to see what the chances were of him helping Monica fulfill her

giving her gifts to win her favor was meaningless and

"Go ahead."

teapot on the coffee table and sat

you been single all these years? Living alone