Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1489: Are You Following Me?

Chapter 1489: Are You Following Me?

Tristan didn't speak. He simply held Monica's shoulders and led her to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door for her, allowing her to sit inside.

Monica also remained silent, obediently getting into the car. She really wanted to ask him, what did Claire's aunt want from him? Why did he have to lie? Was it because he cared about her, that's why he lied? Tristan closed the car door, walked around the vehicle, and got into the driver's seat. He didn't fasten his seatbelt and didn't seem to plan on starting the car. He knew that she must have seen something and misunderstood.

As Tristan gathered his thoughts, he turned to look at her, his tone sincere, "First, I'll tell you why I was here."

Monica had been staring at her fingers, embarrassed to the point of wanting to vanish into thin air! But at his words, she looked up abruptly! Was he... voluntarily explaining?

Tristan averted his gaze, speaking calmly with a clear conscience, "I was supposed to go to a company meeting, but she called me, said she wanted to talk to me, and it wouldn't take too long."

Monica listened in silence, looking at his handsome profile. She wondered, was he reporting to her? And in what capacity was she listening?

Tristan continued, "So we agreed to have a coffee. Naturally, she wanted to talk about Claire's affairs. She wanted to entrust Claire to me."

Tristan's candidness made the girl's heart thump hard. She fell silent for a moment, then tried to ask him, "So, what did you say?"

Tristan looked at her, meeting her nervous and expectant gaze. He raised an eyebrow, "She's not an object to be handed over to me for safekeeping, what else could I say? Obviously, I refused."

She was genuinely scared! Monica maintained a calm exterior, but inside, she heaved a sigh of relief. Her breathing returned to normal, and her mood inexplicably improved a lot.

"Okay, now I ask you, were you following me?" Tristan looked at her, his tone indifferent, not like he was joking. Faced with his scrutinizing gaze, Monica felt his demeanor become colder. He was waiting for an answer, and it seemed he disliked being followed.

"Of course not!" Rather than being misunderstood by him, Monica confessed directly, "There's a boutique next door, that's where my navigation led me."

Tristan glanced back and asked her, "What do you need to buy?" Didn't he believe her?

"I..." Monica cleared her throat, "Didn't you get so many dolls? I'm looking for a storage box, a transparent one, cylindrical, about two meters high. It doesn't take up much space and it looks good!" She gestured with her hand to illustrate.

Tristan stared at her for a few seconds. She didn't seem to be lying, so he opened the door and got out of the car again.

Monica was a little puzzled. What was he doing? He walked around the car, opened the door for her, "Come on, I'll accompany you to buy it." He was serious.

She hesitated for a second and then got out of the car. As soon as she did, Tristan's phone rang. As he closed the car door, he pulled out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered, "Hello, Kevin." He hugged Monica's shoulders, indicating for her to start walking with him.

She didn't know what Kevin was saying to him, but Tristan didn't stop his steps towards the boutique. With one hand holding the phone and the other in his pocket, he said, "You start the meeting first, I have something to do right now, and it will probably take half an hour to get to the company."

"Where are you? This has been postponed again and again." Kevin sounded helpless, he was getting overwhelmed.

But Tristan hung up the phone without giving any explanation.