Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1943: Tristan'S Prepared Surprise

Chapter 1943: Tristan's Prepared Surprise

On the other end of the phone, Summer greeted with a smile, her voice light and gentle, "Hello, may I ask if you are Claire, the author of 'Noodle Couple'?"

"Yes, and who might you be?" Claire responded.

"Hello, I'm Summer, the actress playing Zoe in our drama that started shooting today."

"Hello, hello." Claire felt surprised and happy to receive a call from an actress, sensing an inexplicable familiarity.

"I am a newcomer to acting, but I've always had a dream of performing, and I cherish this opportunity to work on this play. I really like the character Zoe, but I want to portray her essence and do better. So, I thought of discussing Zoe with you, if you have the time."

"I do, I do." Claire was willing to talk about the character with her.

Summer loved Zoe, and Claire also had a special affection for the character.

Despite not being the protagonist, Zoe had a distinct and vivid personality.

Thus, these two strangers, brought together by the allure of Zoe, conversed as if they had known each other for ages, chatting without any barriers...

Claire was a person of great compassion, and every character she created felt like her own flesh and blood.

And Summer was eager to embody the soul of this character...

So the conversation went on joyfully, with two girls who had never met, chatting for a whole hour.

The intelligent Summer grasped the message the character needed to convey even more, of resilience, kindness, and unwavering love.

Claire was kind, and she encouraged Summer a lot. Though not having met her, she felt that Summer was a person with a passionate heart.

That night, Summer stayed up late, studying the script after the call, not wanting to lag behind in the production of the play, striving for perfection.

She felt a bit pressured, but she was also working very hard.

At night, a car parked in the yard in front of a villa.

Tristan and Monica got out of the car, hand in hand, and walked into the living room.

It had been another wonderful and fulfilling day. They had gone rock climbing together, tried new things, and discovered their courage.

They had taken the old-fashioned green train to the neighboring ancient town, strolled hand in hand along the cobblestone steps in the town, tasted local snacks, watched a grand live performance, and visited a waterfall hanging on a cliff...

They went to an orchard, picked ripe fruits, and later gave them to Algerone and Belinda when they returned to the city...

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After taking a bath, they changed into couple pajamas and went to the study.

Monica, as usual, sat on Tristan's lap.

In front of them was an open computer. The wedding plans were almost finalized, with a dreamy visual design and attention to detail being perfected.

They would discuss and plan together and often think of the same ideas.

In the commemorative book of 100 things they needed to complete, the dates were filling up, and thumbprints were multiplying...

It was almost bursting at the seams.

"I'm a bit tired." A feeling of exhaustion swept over Monica as she turned and hugged his neck, "I think the wedding plan is already very good."

Tristan held her hand, glanced out the window, and saw the moonlight pouring down.

Monica stood up, "Good night, you should rest early too," getting ready to leave.

He stood up and gently turned her shoulder, "Let me take you to the roof to catch some fresh air."

"I don't want to go. I'm really tired today," the girl's voice sounded weary, "I want to sleep, I must have climbed ten thousand steps in that ancient town."

But Tristan held her shoulder, gazing deeply into her eyes, "It won't take long, just a moment."

Why was he so insistent?

No matter what in the past, he had always followed her lead. If she said she was tired, he would accompany her to rest early.

So... did he have something to tell her tonight?

"Alright then," Monica agreed, feeling a bit curious, wanting to know what he had in store.

And so, Tristan led her out, up the stairs to the rooftop.

The warm yellow ambiance lights flickered, and pots of different rose varieties were in full bloom. The moonlight shone brightly, the wind swaying the flowers in its embrace.

This must be a carefully maintained courtyard scene.

Tristan knelt on one knee, took out a small box, and presented a ring from inside...