Chapter 1489: Are You Following Me?

Tristan didn't speak. He simply held Monica's shoulders and led her to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door for her, allowing her to sit inside.

Monica also remained silent, obediently getting into the car. She really wanted to ask him, what did Claire's aunt want from him? Why did he have to lie? Was it because he cared about her, that's why he lied? Tristan closed the car door, walked around the vehicle, and got into the driver's seat. He didn't fasten his seatbelt and didn't seem to plan on starting the car. He knew that she must have seen something and misunderstood.

As Tristan gathered his thoughts, he turned to look at her, his tone sincere, "First, I'll tell you why I was here."

Monica had been staring at her fingers, embarrassed to the point of wanting to vanish into thin air! But at his words, she looked up abruptly! Was he... voluntarily explaining?

a clear conscience, "I was supposed to go to a company meeting, but

his handsome profile. She wondered, was he reporting to her? And in what capacity was

a coffee. Naturally, she wanted to talk about Claire's affairs. She wanted to entrust Claire

heart thump hard. She fell silent for a moment, then tried

gaze. He raised an eyebrow, "She's not an object to be handed over to me for

maintained a calm exterior, but inside, she heaved a sigh of relief. Her breathing returned to normal, and her

following me?" Tristan looked at her, his tone indifferent, not like he was joking. Faced with his scrutinizing gaze, Monica felt his demeanor become colder. He was waiting for an answer, and it seemed he disliked being followed. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

him, Monica confessed directly, “There's a boutique next door,

her, "What do you need to buy?" Didn't

dolls? I'm looking for a storage box, a transparent one, cylindrical, about two meters high. It doesn't

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