Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1549 Tristan's specific instructions

Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica saw her father come out. She quickly got out of the car, but before she could take two steps, she saw Algerone swiftly get in his car and drive away swiftly, as if not wanting to see them.

"Hey..." Monica didn't even get a chance to speak before he was gone. She halted her steps, "How could he leave?" Watching as the car drove off in the opposite direction.

Monica knitted her brow and sighed, then went back to the driver's seat. "Bye, you sleep early too!" She smiled and waved at Tristan. Tristan's eyes were deep and gentle. "Good night." He waved back at her as well.

Watching as the girl strode towards the living room.

Tristan saw her enter before starting the car again.

When Algerone Swain got home, the first thing he did after getting out of the car was to check on the roses he had painstakingly transplanted over. He was worried they were too delicate to withstand the cold weather and would wither away this winter.

stayed by Claire's side taking care

phone, he saw dozens of missed calls from Violet. He felt very guilty, and planned to call back tomorrow morning after Claire sobered up to let them know they were alright, so they wouldn't worry. There were also dozens of calls from Luyocca. In that distant country, they must have gone through a lot of effort to try and

her forehead. Good thing she didn't have a fever. He said in her ear in a low voice, "I'm by your side, Claire. I won't go anywhere. Be good

of your health. I'll worry about you." Claire's stomach felt very uncomfortable, but she lay on her side hugging his

bones she admired and

he gently pressed a light

blanket around her again, still tightly holding her hand. Rowan Watson stayed by her

didn't want to answer the calls from Luyocca, but he also knew this wasn't an issue that could be resolved by not answering the phone. Spending the night at Claire's bedside, Rowan Watson's thoughts drifted far away. He was very troubled, to tell

and the sun rose,

covered in thick snowdrifts, everything bright

kitchen where the servants were already