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.

with your work, I have to go now." Then she quickly picked up the thermos

your way, send me a message when you

"l know!"

you can't remember this time, try again next time!" he

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

spring had come, giggling, "Hehe, I'm actually dating

grandiose lobby on the first floor, the receptionists watched her leave, her joyous demeanor initiated

family background might not be that good, and we don't know what her

girl that Mr. Norwell is interested in, probably can't be too far off." “That's for sure, but... I think Mr. Norwell is too perfect, no

can't be alone for the rest of his life, right? Even

as they talked, their voices gradually lowered,

of the exclusive gold-plated elevator opened, Tristan, with his hands in his pockets, walked towards the

The two receptionists greeted him loudly and respectfully, a little scared, wondering if he had heard their

his god-like face was cold and commanding, he