Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1865

Chapter 1865: About to Give Birth

Monica knelt on the sofa, holding a book and staring at the four words in front of her without blinking. She seemed like a plaster

statue.

Tristan raised an eyebrow and looked calmly at her face.

Monica cleared her throat and looked up at him. "Um... This... This can't count..."

"Why can't it count?" Tristan was puzzled, looking at her seriously. "If this doesn't count, then we only have 99 things left. Are we

still getting married?"

Monica looked helpless, despite her seemingly carefree appearance. The thought of taking a bath together was beyond her

imagination.

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Tristan took the book from her and lifted her from the sofa, carrying her straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" The girl blushed, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

Ignoring her protests, Tristan kissed her as they entered the bathroom. He gently placed her in the tub and adjusted the water

temperature.

With warm water flowing down, Monica sat in the tub, staring at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Kneeling beside the tub, Tristan gazed affectionately at her and softly asked, "Princess, shall | help you undress?"

The girl blushed even more.

"I'll help you undress!" Monica blurted out boldly, reaching for his collar and unbuttoning the first button underneath his neck.

In shock yet amused, the man enjoyed the moment.

The warm bathroom was filled with a soft yellow light and steam, making the girl's dark eyelashes even more enchanting. She

hesitated to look into his eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt, her cheeks burning.

After taking off his shirt, she buried her head in his chest, gently nuzzling against him.

Tristan couldn't resist and lifted her face, kissing her again passionately.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, stirring something within him.

After about an hour, the two, clad in bathrobes, emerged from the bathroom, the sweet ambiguity still lingering between them.

They sat on the sofa, Tristan turned the page and inscribed the date at the end of the 'taking a bath together" entry, then they

pressed their fingerprints.

"Goodnight." Monica got up from the sofa, swiftly heading to the bedroom without looking back.

As she closed the bedroom door behind her, her heart felt like it was going to burst. Her hands cupped her face, feeling the heat.

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Oh god! She had just taken a bath with him!! She even helped him undress!

She dared not dwell on that thought any longer.

In the living room, Tristan, with a smile in his eyes, turned the pages of the book, marking off more than a dozen tasks... Each with

completion dates and fingerprints.

This in itself was a romantic gesture.

Once all these tasks were completed, he would give her a grand wedding and make her a happy bride.

Tristan spent every evening planning the wedding in Arkpool City, in the Russell family estate.

Finnley woke up from his sleep, turning to look at the woman lying beside him. Normally, Mya would be peacefully asleep. But

today, she opened her eyes, her face slightly pale, seemingly enduring something.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Finnley sat up anxiously. "Are you feeling unwell? When did it start? Why didn't you wakeup or tell

me?"