Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397: The Heartwarming Mr. Norwell (Part Two)

What? It wasn't a work-related issue? She was so nervous! Saskia Holt breathed a sigh of relief and seriously shared her experience

with him, "I don't know about others, but as for myself, | usually use heating pads. | like wearing skirts in winter."

"Heating pads? What are those?" Tristan frowned and asked in a very straightforward manner, "Where do you put them?"

"You can stick them on your stomach, or on your back. If your feet are cold, you can stick them on your feet. Basically, you can put

them wherever you feel cold." She also kindly suggested, "Sometimes they can heat up to 60 degrees Celsius, so you should put a

layer of clothing between the pad and your skin, or it might burn you."

Tristan thought this was a magical item, "Where can | buy these?"

"Hmm..." She thought for a moment, "I think most convenience stores or supermarkets should have them. I'm not quite sure, | buy

them at accessory stores, they have many different kinds."

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Tristan asked again, somewhat bewildered, "What do they look like?"

"..." Ah? How should she answer that? Saskia Holt thought Mr. Norwell was adorable, "You can ask the salesperson. They cin

different sizes and shapes."

"Alright," Tristan was still very polite, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

And then the call ended.

Tristan remembered the nof this magical item - heating pads. So cute. He smiled, picked up his car keys, and left. It was

already 10 PM. Dry yellow leaves on both sides of the road flew and spun wildly in the cold wind, landing on the roof or hood of the

Maybach.

Following the navigation, he drove to a nearby large accessory store. Ten minutes later, he arrived just before the store closed. He

got out of the car and quickly walked to the entrance.

"Sir, do you need any help?" The salesgirl stopped closing the door and looked at him with adoration. So handsome! "Do you sell

heating pads here?" Tristan's voice was pleasant, "I need heating pads."

"Yes, of course we do," The salesgirl let go of the door and walked back inside with a smile, "Please cin. Our store has many

different kinds of heating pads."

She thought to herself, why did all handsboys have girlfriends already? Handsand considerate. Heating pads were not for

men to use.

Tristan was led to a shelf, and listened to her introduction, "Sir, this whole row is heating pads. The effects are similar; they just

have different brands, packaging, and prices."

Tristan picked up a pink package and looked at it, "Are there any side effects to using these?"

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"Of course not, they're not ingested," The salesgirl's envious gaze landed on his handsface, "Are you buying these for your

girlfriend? Is this your first relationship?" He didn't look that young.

Tristan didn't answer. With a shy expression on his face, he took two packages, a total of twenty pads, and handed them to her,

"Let's pay."

"Alright," The salesgirl took the packages.

After paying, Tristan took the bag, "Thank you," and turned to leave.

Watching his tall and slim figure walking away, the salesgirl was filled with envy. So handsand heartwarming! It was so late,

and he was still out buying heating pads for his girlfriend. Which girl was so lucky? She should marry him right away!

The night grew deeper...

Monica finished packing her suitcase, took a hot bath, and lay down. She was a bit tired and excited today, as she would see him

tomorrow. Half-asleep and half-awake, she inexplicably entered a beautiful dream world...