Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1344: Can't Get Off the Car

In the courtyard filled with the scent of roses, Belinda and Tristan opened the passenger doors of their respective cars together, both casting their eyes on Monica at the same time. Monica was both shocked and overjoyed that Tristan had opened the passenger door for her too. Was he going to take her with him?

"Get in?" Tristan's thin lips parted, speaking first.

Monica immediately stepped forward, hooked his arm and then looked back at her mother. "Mom, you go back to the hotel first. The room key is in your bag."

Having said that, she turned around and got into Tristan's car. She liked him and wanted to spend more time with him.

Tristan helped her close the car door, nodded to everyone, especially Belinda, as a gesture.

Then he walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. Tristan was always like this, a gentleman who seemed polite but a little distant.

Belinda closed the passenger door, said goodbye to Mrs. Fritz, and got in her car.

The two cars left almost simultaneously, with Tristan slightly ahead and Belinda following behind.

Inside the departing Maybach, Monica sat in the passenger seat. Once again, she found herself in a relatively small space with him, feeling as if the air was sweet. Tristan focused on the road ahead, driving seriously, the sunlight coming through the window making his face even more handsome.

The girl stole a few glances at him. "Thank... thank you for today." Thinking back to that kiss, she couldn't help but blush.

"Hmm." Tristan didn't look at her.

Just listening to this single word, she couldn't tell what he was feeling.

After a brief silence, Monica found a topic. "How much do I owe you?"

"Forget it." Tristan still looked ahead. "This amount of money is nothing to you or me."

"But I don't want to owe you a favor!" the girl blurted out. "I still owe you."

Tristan finally looked at her. "You want to settle accounts with me? What about the kiss you just gave me without my permission? How do you count that?"

." Monica was slightly taken aback, her innocent eyes wide. Did he still remember that?

"Can you calculate it?" Tristan asked, then took his gaze away.

The girl thought for a moment. "You... you can kiss me back if you want." She said this on impulse, too.

"You wish." Tristan blurted out, but he wasn't angry.

His low and magnetic voice, his tone, made Monica feel warm inside and couldn't help but smile.

She looked out the window, feeling that the scenery on the side of the road had become much more pleasant.

After a while, Monica broke the silence again. "Thank you for today. You must be very busy, right? Just drop me off anywhere."

"Your mom's car is following behind," Tristan said, asking, "Are you sure you want to get off?"

The girl's heart tightened, and she quickly looked in the rearview mirror. Oh my god! It was true!

"No, no, no! I'm not getting off!!" Monica took a deep breath and exhaled, then asked curiously, "Do you think my mom believes it or not?" "Do you want her to believe it or not?"

"Of course, I hope she believes it! That way, I won't have to endure blind dates anymore."

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"With Tom going to such lengths to act with you, even disregarding his own feelings, how could your mom not believe it?" Tristan couldn't help but tease. "Even I almost believed it." In the courtyard, under the public eye, her arm had been sore from being held by him! It had almost been pulled off!

"Tom is actually a good person," Tristan said.

Monica told him, "But I don't want to be with him."

Tristan looked at her and asked, "Who do you want to be with then?"