Female Novel
Chapter 1398: Picking Up Monica
Chapter 1398: Picking Up Monica
On a bright and sunny summer day, the gentle sunlight and tantalizing breeze created a charming and
beautiful atmosphere. A pristine white bedsheet and quilt covered a bed in a room filled with a pleasant
fragrance. She, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, snuggled into the bed, feeling extremely
comfortable. Like a lazy cat, she closed her eyes and slept sweetly.
Strangely, she suddenly felt someone standing by her bed. Groggily, she slowly opened her eyes and
saw Tristan, his tall and slender figure becoming clearer and clearer. Monica's eyes widened, and she
became fully awake. She sat up, her hair disheveled, staring at him in astonishment.
She stared at him unblinkingly, as if she were hallucinating. Tristan stood by the bed with a smile on his
face, looking gentle and warm. Wearing a white shirt, his hands in his pockets, he seemed to glow in
the soft, brilliant light.
So handsome, so incredibly handsome...
Monica sat on the bed, staring at him in shock, her breath catching in her throat. His handsome face
slowly leaned closer to her, and his cool, thin lips pressed against hers...
It was a sensation like being electrified, beautiful and exhilarating, making her feel like her brain was
deprived of oxygen for a moment. Just as she was immersed in the kiss... just as her little hand
instinctively wanted to grasp Tristan's shirt around his waist, the alarm on her phone rang
inappropriately.
First, the alarm in her dream rang, and then the alarm in reality. The long-awaited morning arrived, and
Monica opened her eyes with a headache. Her dream interrupted, the winter room was empty and
bare. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed.
The dream was so vivid in her mind...
She turned off the annoying alarm, recalling every detail. So clear. Oh my God, why would she have
such a dream? She had actually kissed him and enjoyed it so much!
When the alarm rang for the second time, she quickly pulled herself back to reality, got out of bed, put
on her slippers, and rushed into the bathroom. Tristan would pick her up in the morning, so she had to
get ready quickly and look beautiful when she saw him!
Monica moved swiftly, practically running as she walked. She had become proficient in applyingnovelbin
makeup, seizing every minute and second. Normally, her makeup was simple, but today she applied a
bit of blush to make her complexion look better.
Tristan's car was parked outside the small Western-style house. Belinda stood in front of her bedroom
window, gripping the curtain and observing the outside scene in her nightgown. The car had been
parked there for at least half an hour.
Only when her legs began to feel numb and she decided not to keep watch did she see her daughter
appear, carrying a suitcase. Tristan got out of the car, the trunk opened, and he quickly walked into the
yard to help her with the luggage.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Monica opened the passenger door herself, sat in the car, and fastened her seat belt. Tristan started
the car soon after, and under Belinda's watchful gaze, the car drove out of sight.
Her daughter was growing up, starting to date. She seemed to see her younger self, who had been
fearless for love but ended up losing everything. Her eyes dimmed, and she couldn't help but feel a
little melancholic.
In the car, Tristan turned up the heating. "Are you cold?" He asked with concern.
"I'm fine."
Tristan handed her a pink bag. "This is for you."
"What is it?" She took it from him, opened it, and saw, "Heating pads?" She looked at him in surprise.
Tristan's face was gentle, and he focused on the road without looking at her. She felt warmth in her
heart, and his heart was filled with sweetness. The entire car seemed to be enveloped in a warm and
sweet aroma.
"Thank you," she said, withdrawing her gaze and carefully cradling the bag in her arms.