Just like that, Tristan called Kevin, asked him to postpone the meeting for half an hour, and then personally drove Monica home.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Monica felt a bit awkward. Her thoughts were a mess, and she couldn't focus, always thinking about this and that.
He had just taken the initiative to hold her hand. Did that have any other meaning?
Or... was he just simply teaching her how to catch dolls?
Tristan drove, his face calm as he looked straight ahead. He always gave off the feeling of a steady gentleman, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When he dropped Monica off at home, he didn't forget to remind her, "Take all your dolls with you."
"Okay." Monica nodded, got out of the car and carried the two large bags from the back seat, "Thank you, bye!"
She watched as Tristan drove away.
At this time, Belinda was still sulking in the living room. Seeing her daughter come in, carrying two large bags of small dolls, she stared at her, "What are these?"
"Dolls I caught!" She wore a good mood on her face.
Monica walked a few steps forward, noticed the empty bowl on the dining table, walked in for a closer look, and asked, "Belinda, did you just eat noodles for lunch? Isn't that a bit simple?"
"Monica, where did these things come from?" Belinda raised an eyebrow, "You wouldn't be bored enough to go and catch dolls all by yourself, would you? And you were able to catch them?"
"What do you mean?" Her daughter raised an eyebrow, "I, I, I admit, I can't catch them, but Tristan can! Look, these are all his achievements! Isn't he great?"
Belinda glanced at the bags in her hand, estimating over thirty dolls, thinking, Tristan is quite smart.
"Are you two officially dating?" Belinda locked her gaze on her daughter's face and asked directly.
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Seriously!!! 2 very short chapters per day!!!...