Chapter 1517: Love Hidden in the Details
Upon hearing these words, Monica suddenly realized something and shyly looked towards Tristan.
Tristan, however, draped his arm around her shoulder, his expression gentle. "It's okay, ma'am. As long
as Monica is happy, we should live our own lives without fearing the media," he said.
Monica pursed her lips and looped her arm through his, looking up at his handsome profile with
admiration. He was not only good-looking but also down-to-earth! Belinda too was satisfied with
Tristan's attitude towards her daughter, her expression softened considerably.
"Let's go, hurry, help me arrange the dolls!" Monica urged him, pulling him towards the staircase.
Young people probably didn't like to spend time with elders. Belinda didn't stop them; they were
officially dating now, there was no need to interfere too much. Tristan was surely a man who knew his
boundaries. As long as they didn't live together before marriage, Belinda, as the mother of the girl,
could accept it.
Once they climbed the stairs and entered Monica's bedroom, the room was clean, warm, and tidy. The
warm yellow light fell on their faces. Tristan took the dolls from the bag one by one and placed them in
a transparent cylindrical barrel, arranging them by different colors with their heads facing the same
direction.
"Wow, you've turned these ordinary dolls into works of art with your arrangement. Your aesthetic sense
is excellent!" Monica praised sincerely, occasionally lending a hand. Tristan informed her, "I also
studied design in college and did two years of research in aesthetics." His excellence radiated from
within.
After arranging the dolls, he had to go home. Watching him arrange the dolls, Monica suddenly felt very
reluctant to let him go. Time spent with him passed so quickly. About three minutes later, Monica
watched as Tristan placed the last doll into the transparent cylindrical storage box. She had a smile on
her face, but she felt a touch of melancholy for no apparent reason.
"That should do it." Tristan placed the two cylindrical storage boxes together at her bedside. They were
eye-catching and quite beautiful. When he looked back at her, Tristan noticed that she seemed to be
daydreaming.
"Monica." He took steps towards her, standing before her, gently grasping her shoulders and pulled her
into his embrace. It felt as if he had the whole world in his arms. Monica was caught off guard. The next
moment, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his warm, firm chest. This time,
she truly felt she had him, it was like a dream.
Tristan could feel her reluctance. He whispered into her ear, "Monica, if you can't sleep at night, call
me. Don't play with your phone alone." "Okay." She was really happy, a sense of security overwhelmed
her, wrapping him tightly.
After hugging for a while, Tristan let her go, still holding her shoulders. "I have to go home now,
goodbye." "Uh-huh, be careful on the road," she said with a smile, but in her heart, she felt more and
more reluctant to let him go. "Uh-huh," Tristan's gaze fell on her pink cherry lips, he carefully held her
face, gently and tenderly kissing her lips...
After descending the stairs, Tristan took out a delicate little box from his pocket. "Ma'am, this is a gift for
you, I hope you like it." "I have a gift too?" Belinda was surprised. Tristan nodded with a smile, then
handed her the box. "I'll be leaving now," he said, and then he walked away.
Belinda stood at the entrance of the living room, watching him get into the car and drive away. Inside
the box was a necklace designed by an Italian master, of which there were only three in the world. noveldrama
Belinda had seen it once at an auction, it was worth tens of millions.
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