Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1713 Tristan'S Surprise For Her

Chapter 1713 Tristan's Surprise for Her

Getting out of the car, Tristan held her hand, instinctively intertwining their fingers, and walked with her

along the riverbank.

The snow on the riverbank in early spring had melted, and the winter plum blossoms were still in full

bloom.

"Do you want to find your parents?" Tristan turned to look at her as they walked, his voice low, "If you

want to find them, I can help you, I will support you."

This was the decision he had made on the way back from the hospital.

Monica shook her head, "I don't want to, I don't want to go looking for them either. Since we're already

separated, it just wasn't meant to be." She turned to ask, "Even if we found them, then what?"

Tristan saw a touch of sweet, faint smile at the corner of her lips, as if she had let go and become

accepting in an instant.

Just walking like this, glancing at each other, the smile on the girl's lips grew deeper.

After a while, Tristan stopped her footsteps. He stood still in front of her, hands on her shoulders, his

eyes gentle and affectionate, "Monica, your parents will be very happy that you can think like this. You

have to truly let it go, little by little, day by day. Don't wrong yourself, tell me if you're unhappy."

He knew it would take time to let go, it wasn't something that could be done in just a few words.

"Okay, I promise you," Monica's voice was low, the smile at the corner of her lips gentle and pretty, "Are

you busy? Going to the company?"

Tristan shook his head, "No, Hope has cleared my work for today. I'll stay with you the whole time."

"Then take me home," Monica said to him, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while."

He nodded, "Okay." Then he put his arm around her shoulders and strode towards the nearby car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica glanced out the window until she came back to her senses and

realized the car had stopped in front of his villa.

Not her dad's small western-style house at all.

"..." Monica was a little surprised.

But Tristan calmly unfastened his seatbelt, "Stay at my place tonight, I'll feel more at ease that way."

She watched him get out of the car, watched him walk around to open the passenger door for her. He

was chivalrous and courteous, his eyes toward her very gentle.

Monica didn't hesitate for too long, it wasn't like she hadn't stayed over before, no need to be coy about

it.

So she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car, striding with him towards the living room. Being with

him always gave her a sense of security.

He entered the fingerprint password and the door opened.

Tristan said to her, "Wait here for a moment." Then he blocked the doorway, fiddling with the door

handle as he entered the fingerprint lock's management mode.

He took her finger and added her fingerprint.

"You..." Monica was surprised again. They weren't even married yet, she felt a little awkward and

uneasy.

But Tristan took her other hand, glanced at her, his eyes full of gentle emotions, "You're the lady of this

house, entering the fingerprint password is inevitable sooner or later. The sooner the better, whenever

you want to come over, you can come anytime without needing to notify me."

After entering the password, he took her hand and headed upstairs. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Before taking her back to the bedroom to rest, Tristan mysteriously said to her, "Monica, let me take

you somewhere first."

"Where?" The girl was led by the hand, following passively behind him.

Soon, they turned a corner and a bright walk-in closet came into view. The open shelves filled with

strips of lights were full of all kinds of little dresses.

Glittering and shining under the lights one by one.

"You..." the girl turned in shock, "Are these all for me?"

"Who else?" Tristan said to her, "I didn't know what styles you liked, so I got them all. You can pick out

the ones you like."

"This is too wasteful..." Monica turned and punched him in the chest, "You still have to save up for the

bride price! This is reckless spending! I can just bring my own clothes when I come over!"