"Ouch! That hurts!" Monica was dragged away by her mother, laughing as she asked, "I'm proving it by my actions! What made you not believe me?"
She was a grown-up, still making a spectacle of herself here!
This was the hotel lobby!
Belinda dragged her daughter into the elevator without another word, pressed the floor button, and only let go of her hand when the elevator doors closed.
Monica turned her gaze to her mother, "Belinda, do you believe me now?"
"Fine, fine, just stop making a scene!" Belinda rolled her eyes at her, "It's embarrassing! Don't get on my nerves!"
As the elevator ascended, Monica looked at her mother with a mix of trust and doubt.
To prevent any misunderstandings at the dinner appointment later, Monica felt the need to explain herself again, so Belinda would fully believe her!
The mother and daughter exited the elevator and returned to their hotel suite.
Monica cleared her throat, "Belinda, I'll perform a split for you now! Watch closely!" At that, she went straight into the split.
"What are you doing? Get up!" Belinda was frightened, "You've always had tight ligaments; don't strain yourself!" She still cared about her daughter.
Monica was pulled up by her mother again, still insisting, "Do you really believe me now? I'm not pregnant! Don't just assume such serious matters, it could scare me to death! I could never handle being pregnant before marriage!"
Belinda nodded, now genuinely believing her.
After all, she was her daughter, and she had basic upbringing; it was a matter of principle.
She grabbed her daughter's arm and asked seriously, "Does Tristan have time for dinner?" They had just left his car; there should be news about it, right?
"Now you're asking if he has time?" Monica complained about her mother, "When you called earlier, it was all in a commanding tone. But did you ever consider that, as the head of a large company, his schedule might be packed?"
"People with packed schedules still have to eat, right?" Belinda could understand that kind of busyness, as she managed a company herself, "And I'm the one inviting him. Is he planning to refuse?"
Monica had no counterargument to her mother's reasoning, but... this was all based on a misunderstanding!
Tristan had nothing to do with her!
He could definitely refuse!
"Monica, let me tell you, if he refuses me today, it can only mean one thing," Belinda said confidently, "He doesn't love you enough!"
"He didn't refuse," Monica assured her mother with certainty, "Let's just wait for his message. He'll arrange everything. You can rest for now."
"Well, that's good, at least he has manners," Belinda said, then asked, "When did you two get together?"
"We... haven't been together long, but our relationship is stable, and I like him," the girl said, "I'm committed to him for life, so Mom, please don't make me go on blind dates anymore. No matter who it is, I won't even give them a glance."
Belinda looked into her eyes, sensing her resolve, and said nothing more.
She just examined her daughter with a scrutinizing gaze, taking a few extra looks before heading to her room, her feelings unclear.
But Monica was pondering her mother's earlier words, if Tristan refused today, it would mean he didn't love her.
Since Tristan didn't refuse, could it prove that his feelings for her were... more than just ordinary friends?
He cared about her, right?
He was afraid she couldn't handle it, afraid she'd go on blind dates with other men?
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