Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393: Am I Asking for Monica?

Nighttime.

Algerone Swain had arranged a business meeting with a friend, and he hadn't returned home by eight in the evening. The villa was pitch black, with no lights on and no servants in sight. It seemed like an unoccupied house. Did he really live here?

A Maybach was parked in the yard, with two streetlights emitting a warm yellow glow. Tristan had been waiting since sunset, through twilight, and then to the moon climbing up the treetops.

The surroundings were still quiet, with no sound of car engines, just the occasional chirping of insects and birds. He checked the time on his wrist again, preparing to call Uncle Swain to ask when he would be back. Just as he found the number, a car's headlights shone in his direction.

Tristan looked over and saw a car parked next to his, with less than two meters separating them. Algerone Swain's car had just come to a stop when he turned to look at the driver's seat of the other car, and his eyes met Tristan's.

Their gazes briefly met before they both got out of their cars almost simultaneously.

"Have you been waiting long?" Algerone Swain asked apologetically, "Mr. Norwell, when did you come?"

"Hello, Uncle Swain." Tristan greeted him politely with a smile, "Just call me Tristan, I just arrived."

"Come in, come in!" Algerone Swain didn't say much, as the winter night wind was a bit biting. He strode into the house, and Tristan followed closely.

As they entered the living room, the lights came on automatically. Tristan guessed that there might not be a lady of the house, otherwise the lights wouldn't have been off all this time. However, just because there wasn't one tonight didn't mean there hadn't been one before or there wouldn't be one in the future.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence? Or maybe the lady of the house was on vacation?

The house was spacious, with the living room alone spanning two hundred square meters. There were indeed no servants, as Algerone Swain made tea for Tristan himself, asking, "Don't you have my phone number? Make yourself comfortable."

"I do," Tristan answered. He had saved Swain's number in his father's phone earlier that day.

"In the future, if you need to find me, be sure to call me in advance," the middle-aged man said kindly. "Sometimes I work overtime at the company and even stay there overnight."

"Alright," Tristan nodded, thinking to himself: staying at the company? A man with such freedom must undoubtedly be single, right?