Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1387: The Third Visit

Chapter 1387: The Third Visit

The girl's mind raced as Tristan still awaited her answer. Monica leaned forward slightly, putting down her coffee cup, trusting him because he was her friend and a reliable person. So, she opened her heart to him and spoke with a hint of frustration, "My wish may be very difficult to realize."

"What is it?" Tristan looked at her dejected expression, suddenly curious.

Somehow, he wanted her to be happy, but her family background was different from ordinary people, making her destined to have more worries than others, right?

At that moment, Monica spoke, "My biggest wish is for my mom and dad to remarry." Looking up at him, she smiled bitterly, "But... that's selfish because my dad is already remarried, and he needs to be responsible for another woman."

Tristan listened without speaking. The young girl was still very kind-hearted.

In the president's office, a brief silence emerged.

After a while, Monica sighed lightly and spoke again, "Although they haven't had children in all these years, I know that woman must have given a lot to my dad, and my mom and dad must have divorced because they really couldn't live together anymore."

She seemed to have grown up, able to think rationally about these issues and not act like a child.

"Now I just hope they won't be like enemies anymore and can get along like ordinary friends. That would be better for everyone." The girl raised an eyebrow and grinned at him, "Alright, I've told you my wish. What's yours?"

She actually turned the question back on him?

The corner of Tristan's lips rose slightly, and he looked out the window with a gentle expression, as if thinking seriously, "My wish is for world peace."

The girl couldn't help but laugh at his teasing, and the tense, awkward atmosphere was greatly relieved.

"Are you busy?" Monica asked again, fearing she might be bothering him. When she finished her coffee and put down the cup, she stood up, "I won't disturb you anymore?"

Tristan still sat on the sofa, his legs elegantly crossed, and looked up at her with a gentle gaze, "Be careful on your way, I will pick you up tomorrow morning. It's going to get cold, remember to bring enough clothes."

Every word was filled with concern, and he didn't ask her to stay.

The girl obediently nodded, "Alright." Then she waved at him, "I'll go now."

"Mm." He nodded as well.

Monica looked away and walked out alone. Tristan didn't get up or see her off.

Listening to her footsteps fade away, the soft smile on his lips deepened.

Tristan knew very clearly that this girl had entered his heart, and his affection and love for her were more apparent and intense than for Claire.

This was a hard-won fate that he would cherish.

After the meeting, Algerone Swain drove directly to the hotel. It was already the third time today that he rang the doorbell.

Belinda once again thought it was her daughter returning, having forgotten her key card.

As the door opened, the middle-aged man's face came into view once more, this time empty-handed.

Alone with nothing in his hands, his gaze fixed directly on her.

As the former couple's eyes met, Belinda took a deep breath, her expression a little impatient, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she opened the door and walked straight in. Algerone Swain followed her inside, not closing the door but leaving it wide open. He said, "You can't stay in this hotel anymore."