Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan

Monica stood there in the snow, a burning pain spreading from her heart, her blood slowly cooling, as if about to freeze. She took a few steps forward, turned, and leaned against the wall outside the boutique, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.

"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Maybe they're just having a simple chat?" But when Monica thought of Tristan's previous affection for Claire, her beautiful eyes instantly lost focus...

"He was supposed to be in a meeting, right? He lied..." Monica suddenly felt like a fool. In this cold weather, she had excitedly run out to buy storage boxes, treating the doll he had won for her as a treasure. She thought Tristan also liked her, but was this just an illusion? "Monica, stop being so sentimental! Wake up!" She felt aggrieved, leaning against the wall, biting her lower lip hard, and couldn't help but feel like crying because the feeling was really painful! For a moment, she felt as if she had lost her pillar of support, somewhat unsure of what to do.

Outside, the snow was falling again... Each flake fluttered down like catkins, landing on Monica's hair, shoulders, and arms... The wind was bitingly cold, but not as cold as her heart.

the cafe next door, Tristan put down his cup. He said to Violet, "Auntie, please don't ask me about Claire's love life anymore, because I can't help with that. But if it's something else, as long as it's within my power, I won't refuse.” After speaking, he glanced at the time on his wristwatch and then smiled at her, "I'm sorry, but I have a meeting this afternoon.” He then stood up

sat there in a daze, watching the tall figure leaving with reluctance. He was calm and gentlemanly, always exuding a strong sense of security. Now, she felt as if she

him stride towards his car, watched him open the car door, and soon the car started

Tristan glanced sideways unintentionally and saw a familiar figure standing beside the cafe. He looked carefully and confirmed that it was Monica, so he stepped

snowflakes falling on his hair and shoulders. Monica noticed him walking towards her; she looked carefully,

not until Tristan stopped in front of her, looking down at her, that she still didn't dare to lift

her shoulders in a handsome gesture. The girl suddenly looked up, meeting the man's deep

stand still at that moment, with snowflakes flying around and the whole world blanketed in white. He saw the tear marks in her eyes and the grievances at

gradually returning. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she