Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1644: Wearing His Shirt

Chapter 1644: Wearing His Shirt

The girl thought carefully, "Alright then."

After the New Year's Eve fireworks extravaganza, Tristan brought Monica back to his home.

It was the first time he had brought her home to spend the night. Tristan's house was really big, with a unique design and a European- style decor. It was especially spacious and had a touch of antique charm, clean and tidy everywhere.

“You go take a shower and wear my shirt,” Tristan helped her find some clothes and compared them to her body, “It's just right, you can wear it as a dress."

The shirt was long enough to reach her thighs, so it should be fine. Monica also lowered her gaze to check the length.

"Well... isn't this a bit inappropriate?” She didn't immediately take it, not because she felt embarrassed, but rather she thought it would be a waste. "Wearing it to sleep seems too extravagant. This is a custom- made shirt, after all."

"If any other woman touched it, I would definitely throw it away in disgust. But if you wear it to sleep..." Tristan smirked and joked, "I'l wear it to work every day from now on!"

She couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing.

"Go on, go on, there's a bathroom in every room."

"Alright then!"

“I'll go to the study and check some reports,” Tristan looked at her retreating figure and asked, "By the way, would you like milk or coffee? I'll make it for you!"

After finally having more time to spend with him, she didn't want to waste it on sleeping.

Being able to spend a little more time with him would make Monica feel very happy.

"Milk, please!" She paused and turned back.

"Okay, Your Highness."

Tristan smiled as he watched her walk away, then turned and went into the pantry to personally prepare milk for his beloved girl.

Monica entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and couldn't help but hum a song excitedly.

She had actually gone home with him!

This was what it felt like to love someone wholeheartedly, feeling happy every minute and every second.

After showering, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror wrapped in a towel.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her fair skin, wet hair, and dark, beautiful eyelashes, she was really pretty!

“Indeed, a woman nurtured by love will only become more beautiful!" She finally appreciated her own beauty.

Drying off the water on her body, she put on Tristan's shirt. It reached just above her thighs and looked sexy as can be.

The scent on the shirt was really pleasant, so she deliberately smelled the sleeve.

As she blow-dried her hair and quietly approached the study, she peeked into the open door.

Tristan was sitting in a chair, staring at her intently. When their eyes met, she hesitated for a moment, then approached him.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

The man's shirt wrapped around the girl's slender figure, revealing her fair and slender thighs. It looked sexy and ambiguous from any angle. As she got closer, Tristan withdrew his gaze, picked up the cup of milk on the table, and handed it to her. "It's warm, perfect for now."

“Thank you." She took it with both hands, a gentle smile on her face. "It smells so good." She sniffed it and took a sip, raising her gaze to look at him.

Tristan stood up and stood in front of her, looking into her eyes, which were filled with love.

She leaned slightly towards him and glanced at his computer screen. It was filled with dense data... her eyes were starting to blur.

"Are you still working so late?" She admired him a bit, but also felt a little sorry for him.

"Waiting for you," he replied with his hands in his pockets, then leaned casually against the edge of the table. "Work is not important; Kevin has already taken care of everything."

The girl's eyes were filled with a smile as she drank the milk in a few sips.

He took the empty cup from her hand and placed it down, then his gaze fell on her lips stained with milk. He pointed to his own lips, reminding her.

Monica understood and directly licked off the milk ring with her tongue, then asked, "Is there any left?"

Tristan picked up a handkerchief but hadn't had a chance to hand it to her. He couldn't help but smile wryly. Then he sat back down in the chair with a gentle expression on his face, extending a large and warm palm towards her.

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