Chapter 1415: Both Thinking of Each Other


    Chapter 1415: Both Thinking of Each Other


    The stairs in the inn were narrow, and it was a bit crowded for two people to walk side by side.


    Moreover, they had to turn a corner soon. In such a stilted inn, the floors were never too high, and the


    step to the third floor.


    In front of room 303, he swiped the card to enter without letting go of her hand. It felt like an older


    brother taking care of his younger sister. After entering, he inserted the key card, and the whole room lit


    up. The lighting was warm and yellow, the walls were made of wood panels, and there were ancient


    murals decorating them. It was a spacious room with arge bed.


    The bed was over two meters wide, with neatly arranged yellow bedding and two heart-shaped pillows,


    giving afortable feeling. However, there was indeed only one bed.


    "Come, sit down first," Tristan said as he helped her sit on the edge of the bed before letting go of her


    hand. He knelt on one knee in front of her, opened the medicine bottle, and ced it on the ground.


    Tristan then carefully lifted her injured foot onto hisp.


    Without a word, he gently rolled up her pant leg, his distinct fingers moving with extreme care. At that


    moment, he seemed as professional as a doctor. The girl stared at him up close, feeling a bit nervous


    and her heart racing. She wanted to say thank you, but hesitated, biting her lip as a faint blush spread


    across her face.


    With her pant leg rolled up, her exposed ankle was visibly red and swollen. Tristan frowned and looked


    at her with evident concern. Their eyes met, and Monica blinked quickly before smiling and saying, "It


    doesn''t hurt, really, not at all."


    Tristan gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment, sighed, picked up the medicine bottle, and began


    applying it gently to her injury. He even blew on it from time to time, afraid of causing her pain. His


    attentiveness and gentleness, as well as the guilt and remorse buried in his heart, stirred ripples in


    Monica''s thoughts.


    He must have cared for her, too, but the situation had been urgent. "I''m sorry, Monica," he said as he


    gently massaged the medicine into her injury, trying to make it work as effectively as possible. Looking


    up at her, he continued, "I brought you out here, but I didn''t take good care of you."


    Hearing this, she shook her head vigorously, feeling a sudden warmth in her heart. At that moment,


    there was no ire between them - only him and her. "I''m already a grown-up, and I don''t need to be


    taken care of," she said with a smile. "It was my own carelessness that caused the twist. Next time, I''ll


    be more careful and won''t cause you any trouble."


    Hearing her words, Tristan felt even more guilty. He looked away and said, "You don''t have to go


    downstairs tomorrow. Just rest here and let your injury heal first." Was she supposed to stay in the


    room alone? No! She was afraid!


    Monica suddenly felt a chill in the air. After what had happened, any girl left alone would feel fear until


    the final oue was known. Not hearing her response, Tristan looked up and saw the hesitation in


    her eyes. Locking eyes with him, Monica spoke softly, "I... I''d rather go with you. I''m not in pain


    anymore, really."


    Unexpectedly, Tristan replied, "I won''t go either. I''ll stay here with you." Her ankle was swollen - how


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    could it not hurt? The girl''s eyes widened in surprise. Was he not going to search anymore? Tristan


    gently put her foot down and stood up, picking up the medicine bottle. "If I could find it, wouldn''t I have


    found it today?" he asked.


    "..." She didn''t know how to respond.