The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 188: So Much That I Want to Hide Her Away

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: So Much That I Want to Hide Her Away

"What a coincidence."

Maya Monroe also lifted her gaze and smiled slightly.

Tristan Rowe walked over slowly, still dressed casually. His hair was slightly long, almost reaching his jaw.

This hairstyle is difficult to pull off because if not done carefully, it can appear excessively greasy.

Maya remembered that Howard Rowe had artistic long hair, held together with the simplest hair ties, giving off an elegant and romantic aura.

However, Tristan’s face... was just too pretty, especially those captivating almond-shaped eyes of his.

Objectively speaking, his appearance had a slight air of charm, but you couldn’t find a trace of "flirtatious" aura in him. His presence was elegant and reserved, much like a dignified young nobleman.

He really didn’t seem to be in his forties... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Tristan approached with a smile on his lips, leaning on the railings by the koi pond with a relaxed posture. His initially absentminded gaze became a little dazed when it landed on her face.

He then laughed and said, "I sense a fruity candy sweetness, were you eating some?"

Maya was slightly startled, surprised that he could detect such a subtle scent.

"How did you smell that?" Maya didn’t deny, instead, she asked him with interest.

Tristan’s beautiful eyes carried a hint of amusement: "Because I also like sweets, especially candied fruit."

"So, do you also like candied fruit that much?"

Maya shook her head.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Don’t like it?"

"It’s not that, I like many things. I think as long as it tastes good, I’ll like it."

Tristan didn’t expect that answer from her, momentarily amused by her response: "I couldn’t tell... I didn’t expect you to enjoy snacks so much..."

His eyes carried a hint of nostalgia, and he chuckled softly: "About twenty years ago, when I was young, I also liked eating some snacks, especially sweets. But now, as I’ve gotten older, I have to pay more attention to my health, so I’ve gradually avoided them."

"I also couldn’t tell that you liked snacks," Maya said leisurely.

The two of them seemed like old friends who hadn’t seen each other for many years, casually chatting a bit.

Tristan took out some fish food and scattered it into the pond. His fingers were jade-like in their paleness, as if they hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time.

He spoke seemingly unintentionally: "I thought you would avoid me when you saw me, given that I had quite an unpleasant fallout with Ian..."

Maya lazily laughed but didn’t answer his question.

"I remember Uncle Joel had already moved abroad, hadn’t he? How come he’s back here now?"

"Oh, that..."

Tristan turned his head, his silky black hair slightly covering his face. He smiled, "I just wanted to come back, and if I want to come back, who could stop me?"

His eyes moved slightly, murmuring: "Are you really Jasper Monroe’s daughter?"

Maya didn’t know what he meant: "Of course I am."

"You really don’t seem like it..." He shook his head and then asserted, "You and that cowardly and selfish Jasper... don’t really seem alike at all. How could someone like him have a daughter like you?"

Jasper Monroe, both in the story and in others’ words, had always been described as refined and cultured, having established numerous charitable organizations, known to many as a "great philanthropist."

It was the first time Maya had heard such a strange evaluation.

It seemed that beyond the established plot, there were many interesting aspects to this world...

"You don’t believe what I’m saying?" he asked.

Of course, Maya wouldn’t break character. She furrowed her eyebrows and pretended to be angry: "My dad is not the kind of person you say he is! Stop talking nonsense!"

Tristan wasn’t angry, just smiled gently. He glanced down at the diamond watch on his wrist, saying softly: "It’s almost dinnertime. At the old house, meals are always served early. If you don’t head back now, I’m afraid Ian will come looking for you again."

"Just leaving for a while makes him uneasy, huh? It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this..." He was still smiling, his voice revealing no discernible emotion.

Maya lost interest in continuing the conversation, especially since Tristan gave her a sense of danger that rivaled even Ian’s.

"Uncle, I’ll be leaving now."

He nodded slightly, like the most kind and friendly elder, leaving nothing to be criticized.

On her way back, Maya ran into Erin Hayes, surprisingly holding Woody Moss.

"Maya, so you were here. My fault for not coordinating with you on the location. It’s almost dinnertime; the matriarch is very particular about it, so come back with me."

Maya nodded.

*

The wide room was slightly quiet, as if even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Incense wafted through the air, with the scent of sandalwood softly burning.

After a while, Yolanda Sawyer’s voice was heard.

"Ian, tell me honestly, are you still resistant to Maya?"

"It’s been two years, after all. Her initial actions were a bit reckless, but you two are married now, and you can’t keep holding onto that incident."

"Being husband and wife means you must take responsibility for her, and show her the respect she deserves."

Yolanda sighed: "Renee left early. Perhaps it wasn’t your fault... maybe I didn’t teach you well enough..."

Ian Rowe lowered his eyes, his gaze swirling with uncertainty.

Suddenly, he firmly stated, "I don’t dislike her... Grandma, I actually really like her."

"Really?" Yolanda’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Yes."

Whenever Ian thought of Maya, his mind was filled with her bright face and radiant smile.

He couldn’t pinpoint when it started, but his aversion to Maya had long since vanished, and he could even say he "really liked" her, liked her to the point that he wanted to hide her away so she’d only be good to him.

"Is that really what you think?" Seeing his genuine expression, Yolanda felt a hint of joy: "Maya is a good girl, you should treat her well."

"Then, why is it still..."

Yolanda returned to her initial question.

"I just don’t want it for now."

"Just you don’t want it?"

"Yes."

Yolanda frowned: "You’re already in your twenties. Why are you still being so stubborn? The Rowe family business needs an heir one day. Besides, you’re not young anymore; having a child is a normal thing. Look at your friends around you, aside from exceptions like Leo Lancaster and Joel Quinn, aren’t they all settled down with kids?"

"Just tell me, can you have a child before you’re thirty? A boy or a girl, it doesn’t matter to us, but you need to have a child so I can rest easy in my old age."

"I’ll discuss it properly with her." His eyes were as dark as ink, and whenever he looked down, his thoughts were hard to decipher.

"As for having a child, I’ll give it serious consideration."