Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243 They Chatted

Monica had a crush on Tristan and agreed to go on the blind date because her father repeatedly convinced her. He didn't put on many good words for Tristan only but also showed her his charming photos.
Monica was attracted by his appearance, so she became interested to know more about his personality. Therefore, since her father insisted, she agreed to go on the blind date.
"Uh... Tristan, I guess it's necessary to explain it," Monica said while looking at him, her brain working fast, "My father insisted on asking me to have a blind date with you. I didn't dislike you, but I also didn't like you as much as my father mentioned."
Tristan didn't respond as if he didn't hear her.
However, he was right by her side and wasn't blind. Monica was sure he heard her words.
"Think about it. We had never met before the date. How could I have liked you THAT much?" Monica didn't want Tristan to misunderstand she was obsessed with him. If a girl paid too much attention to love, she would become brainless.
"You don't need to explain everything," Tristan replied without looking at her, "We won't meet again in the future. We also won't stay in touch."
Monica was rendered wordless. She calmed down, her brain still working quickly, "Uh, I think it's necessary. I don't want to be misunderstood."
"I didn't misunderstand anything. It's just a small episode in my life." Tristan turned the page of the magazine with his knuckled fingers as if he was studying it.
Monica was ignored, so she didn't want to bother him again.
It took several hours from Arkpool City to London by plane.
Tristan and Monica didn't talk again on the way. In the beginning, Monica still felt awkward. Soon, she was used to it as Tristan ignored her, so she also thought of him as invisible.
Monica listened to the music and took a nap.
Finally, after several hours, the plane started to land. As the landscape outside the window became clearer and clearer, Monica looked down in a good mood.
Tristan passed her a gum. Monica was taken aback, seeing him chewing. He only stared at her while reaching out silently.
Monica returned to her senses and hurriedly took it over. "Thanks."
Tristan didn't respond, looking aloof.
Monica peeled the silver foil and put the gum into her mouth. When the plane landed, chewing the gum could relieve the tinnitus. She thought Tristan was a warm-hearted man.
Somehow, when Monica peered out of the window again, a smile touched her lips.
"What will you do in London?" Monica asked curiously. In the short distance, he looked indeed attractive.
He had an elegant, good-looking face. Although expressionless, he was gentle and graceful.
Monica thought he looked more eye-catching than the movie stars. Then she was lost in thought.
Tristan answered, "For work."
"Why didn't you take your girlfriend with you?" Monica thought of him as a friend. "I also watched the news. You've become the president of the Clarke Corp. Why did you personally come here alone for work? You even didn't have an assistant."
Tristan was impatient, darting to her, "Why do you have so many questions?"
"Well..."
"I refuse to answer them." Tristan withdrew his gaze and became aloof again.
The harmonious atmosphere became awkward again.
Monica secretly heaved a sigh, thinking men were indeed weird. She only chitchatted with him, but he seemed to misunderstand she had a crush on him. Monica thought Tristan was way too narcissistic. She only treated him as a friend. Thinking of that, she felt annoyed and ignored him.
After getting off the plane, all the passengers walked towards the airport exit.
In the exit hall, several groups of people gathered while discussing. Seemingly something had happened.
Monica and Tristan noticed them while walking one after another in a distance.
Tristan wasn't nosey as he was in a hurry. Besides, it seemed to be raining soon, so he quickened his pace while striding forward.
Monica, however, dragged her suitcase while trotting toward the crowd. "What happened?" she asked and gently squeezed in, "What's happening?"