Female Novel
Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan
Chapter 1488: Bravo, Tristan
Monica stood there in the snow, a burning pain spreading from her heart, her blood slowly cooling, as if
about to freeze. She took a few steps forward, turned, and leaned against the wall outside the
boutique, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.
"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Maybe they're just having a simple chat?" But when Monica
thought of Tristan's previous affection for Claire, her beautiful eyes instantly lost focus...
"He was supposed to be in a meeting, right? He lied..." Monica suddenly felt like a fool. In this cold
weather, she had excitedly run out to buy storage boxes, treating the doll he had won for her as a
treasure. She thought Tristan also liked her, but was this just an illusion?
"Monica, stop being so sentimental! Wake up!" She felt aggrieved, leaning against the wall, biting her
lower lip hard, and couldn't help but feel like crying because the feeling was really painful! For a
moment, she felt as if she had lost her pillar of support, somewhat unsure of what to do.
Outside, the snow was falling again... Each flake fluttered down like catkins, landing on Monica's hair,
shoulders, and arms... The wind was bitingly cold, but not as cold as her heart.
In the cafe next door, Tristan put down his cup. He said to Violet, "Auntie, please don't ask me about
Claire's love life anymore, because I can't help with that. But if it's something else, as long as it's within
my power, I won't refuse." After speaking, he glanced at the time on his wristwatch and then smiled at
her, "I'm sorry, but I have a meeting this afternoon." He then stood up and walked to the cashier.
Violet sat there in a daze, watching the tall figure leaving with reluctance. He was calm andnovelbin
gentlemanly, always exuding a strong sense of security. Now, she felt as if she had lost half the sky;
Tristan would no longer have any connection with the Russell family.
After paying the bill, Tristan walked out of the cafe. Monica, leaning against the wall, watched him
come out, watched him stride towards his car, watched him open the car door, and soon the car started
slowly. But after a while, the car seemed to stop again.
Inside the driver's seat, Tristan glanced sideways unintentionally and saw a familiar figure standing
beside the cafe. He looked carefully and confirmed that it was Monica, so he stepped on the brake.
He unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car. With a slight frown, Tristan quickly walked towards her,
snowflakes falling on his hair and shoulders. Monica noticed him walking towards her; she looked
carefully, trying hard to dispel the tears in her eyes, not wanting to appear too meek.
As Tristan approached her, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, trying hard to appear calm. It was not
until Tristan stopped in front of her, looking down at her, that she still didn't dare to lift her eyes to meet
his. Her nose felt sour, and she was organizing her thoughts, trying to explain why she was here.
Before she could speak, Tristan took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders in a handsome
gesture. The girl suddenly looked up, meeting the man's deep and gentle eyes!
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with snowflakes flying around and the whole world
blanketed in white. He saw the tear marks in her eyes and the grievances at the bottom of her heart.
Tristan, feeling distressed, pulled her into his arms.
Monica's chest tightened abruptly, her consciousness gradually returning. Feeling the warmth of his
embrace, she found it hard to believe, as if it were all a dream.
The snow was still falling.
At this moment, Violet just walked out of the cafe and saw this scene. She paused, watching Tristan
walk off with the girl in his arms. As she watched their backs recede, Violet finally fully believed the
truth.