Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1929

Atmosphere inside the car was warm, and Monica had long since gotten used to the embrace of Stinson.

Suddenly, a bell rang, breaking the silence. Monica reached into her handbag and took a look at her phone.

"It's Marshall." Monica was slightly surprised.

The man became tense as he looked at her phone.

Monica sat up straight from his embrace and answered the phone.

"Monica, have you been busy lately? Are you free to come out for dinner tonight? Bring Lacy along. I miss him a little." Marshall's voice sounded very gentle and sincere.

Monica glanced at the man beside her. When she received the displeasure in his eyes, she could only laugh dryly and say to her phone, "Marshall, I don't have time tonight. Could I treat you to dinner tomorrow afternoon?"

After two seconds of silence, he whispered, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

When Monica hung up the phone, she heard a domineering male voice beside her ear, "You treat him to dinner alone tomorrow?"

Monica nodded, "Is there a problem? In broad daylight, pick a restaurant with many people."

"If I also treat women to dinner alone, how would you feel?" Stinson wasn't in a hurry to get angry, he just asked her back.

Monica was dumbfounded. This man was really bad, testing her.

"If you are just friends, it's normal for you to have dinner. I won't think nonsense." Monica replied guiltily.

"What if she loves me?" Stinson's thin lips were dyed with a smile.

Monica was flushed. She understood the man's hidden meaning.

"If you are free tomorrow afternoon, would you like to come over together?" Monica was quick—witted and immediately invited him.

"If I don't come, won't you treat him to dinner?" Stinson drilled his horns.

"Of course. I said I wouldtreathimjust now. I can't break the words." Monica replied seriously.

"Forget it.I can't be too strict, lest yousay that I won't give you freedom." Stinson really didn't want to see Marshall anymore, because once they met, he was afraid that they would start a fight. Although he was graceful, his bearing on love was still very small.

"Are you really not coming?" Monica secretly asked.

"No, you guys eat. If he confesses to you, you must reject him. If he just talks about his work, you can be considered friends at work. It's also a good thing." Stinson still decided to trust her. Shehad sent the child to his parents, so she didn't dare to act recklessly.

Monica pursed her lips and smiled. This man's angry appearance was actually quite cute.

"Don't worry. Since I choose to be with you, I will definitely reject all peach blossoms. If it was someone else, I would definitely reject to meet. But Marshall is special. I treat him as a relative." Monica sighed and explained.

Of course, Stinsonbelieved that she wasn't lying, but did Marshall only want to be her relative?

Stinson brought Monica to a music—themed restaurant. The moment she entered, it was filled with a kind of cool and explosive exotic flavor.

The lobby manager knew Stinson and quickly came forward to greet him, "Stinson. Please come in. Do you want a private room or a card seat?"

"Take a seat. Pick a good seat." Stinson said politely.

Monica looked around in surprise. She followed the man to a card seat and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he received a phone call. When he saw the call, he immediately became nervous.