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.

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

calm and gentlemanly, always exuding a strong sense of security. Now, she felt as if she had lost half the sky; Tristan would no longer have any

his car, watched him open the car door, and soon the car started slowly.

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

car. With a slight frown, Tristan quickly walked towards her, snowflakes falling on his hair and shoulders. Monica noticed him walking towards her; she looked carefully, trying hard to dispel the tears in her eyes, not wanting

into his eyes, trying hard to appear calm. It was not until Tristan stopped in front of her, looking down at her, that she still

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

saw the tear marks in her eyes

abruptly, her consciousness gradually returning. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she