Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1531: Must Let Her Through Unconditionally

Meeting his gaze, Monica listened to him earnestly, a radiant smile playing on her lips, dazzling to behold. Tristan took her hand, rubbing it in his palm, gazing at her with deep affection as if time had come to a standstill. At this moment, she looked incredibly beautiful in his eyes. Monica quickly recovered, withdrawing her hand from his and hurriedly closing the thermos bowl. "I... I have to go now, got a bit of work to do.” She couldn't disrupt him too much during work hours. Actually, she had nothing to do, but she wanted to stick to him every second. She had to control herself!

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"No need, Mr. CEO," she giggled and declined.

Tristan's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, "You didn't call me that during the video call. Try calling me that again?"

"Call you what?" The girl turned her eyes to him, looking puzzled.

He gazed at her with an extremely gentle look, "Think about it? Did you really forget?"

She thought seriously, when “Tristan’ popped up in her mind, Monica blushed instantly! Seeing him staring at her, his gaze growing increasingly strange.

I have to go now." Then she quickly picked up the thermos bowl

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time,

off like a little rabbit,

lingered on Tristan's lips, a warm feeling spreading in his heart. The departing Monica was hopping and skipping as she walked, as if a flower had bloomed in her heart, she

felt as if spring had come, giggling, "Hehe, I'm actually dating a god-like

receptionists watched her leave,

Swain's parents are divorced, her family background might not be that good, and we

too far off." “That's for sure, but... I think Mr. Norwell is too perfect, no one can match

the rest of his

not busy at the moment, but as they talked, their voices gradually lowered, until

opened, Tristan, with his hands in his pockets, walked

loudly and respectfully, a little scared, wondering if he had heard

stopped, his god-like face was cold and commanding, he asked,