Chapter 1416: ire Will Be Fine
Chapter 1416: ire Will Be Fine
"You''ve had a long day, too. Get some rest early," Tristan said, turning around and putting down the
medicine bottle. "You sleep in the bed tonight, and I''ll sleep on the couch."
His voice was gentle, and his tone was rxed, giving her a sense of security at that moment.
He added, "Don''t worry, I won''t leave through this door. I''ll be with you, so sleep with peace of mind."
Monica was indeed tired. She moved her body, lifted the nket, and got into bed. She was really
exhausted after a whole day of turmoil.
Tristan saw that she had alreadyin down and turned off the main light in the room.
Monicay on her side, watching him without blinking as he opened the ss door and went out to the
balcony alone.
She thought to herself, his mood must be terrible, right?
The balcony light was on, and the curtains were open. Monica, lying on her side, could see his tall
figure leaning against the railing.
She knew that he must be worried about ire. At that moment, her heart felt strange.
Monica couldn''t help but remember the scene when shest met ire. Tristan took her to the hospital
to visit Eason, which was also her first time going there.
They had juste out of the elevator when they met that girl. She had a gentle smile, was poised and
gave Monica a deep impression.
That day, she had apologized to ire.
That day, ire had left with Dr. Watson.
If something were to happen to a girl like that, Monica would also feel endless emotion.
The connection between people is really so short-lived. When they are together, they should cherish it
and not be bothered by trivial matters.
How could she sleep when Tristan wasn''t sleeping?
Although lying down made her body feel morefortable, her mind couldn''t help but wander.
The night view across the river was beautiful and enchanting, with neon lights so dazzling that they
were intoxicating. Even the river surface was full of colorful lights. The search and rescue team hadn''t
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reached this section yet, and tonight''s view was truly breathtaking.
But Tristan had no interest in admiring the night view. He was praying, praying for ire''s safety.
A cool breeze blew, and he couldn''t help but curl one hand in front of his lips and cough softly.
Daphne Wells, sitting on the neighboring balcony''s sofa, frowned and concentrated for a moment. Had
Rowan returned?
She held her teacup, stunned for a few seconds, and finally realized that Rowan was staying on the
other side. Her hanging heart was somewhat relieved.
But she still put down her teacup, got up, walked to the other side, propped her hands on the railing,
and leaned out to look at the neighboring balcony. It was pitch ck.
She couldn''t help but smile, thinking that ire must be dead, and Rowan must be feeling very guilty.
However, after the copse, he would have to start a new life.
She would give him enough time, believing that he hadn''t been with ire for long, and their feelings
weren''t deep.
Forgetting a personpletely is also a simple thing.
"ire will be fine."
Daphne Wells was slightly startled, and suddenly turned her eyes to the illuminated side, where a
woman''s voice came from!
And it mentioned ire!
Daphne Wells pricked up her ears, her face turning cold!
On the other side of the balcony separated by a wall, Monica put a windbreaker on Tristan after hearing
him cough. She quickly got up from the bed.
Tristan looked at her as he heard the noise, his gentle gaze meeting hers, "..."
"Let''s pray for ire together." Monica looked up, her usually watery eyes filled with sincerity.
Daphne Wells, who heard these words, felt a burst of secret joy in her heart. If they needed to pray, it
meant they hadn''t found her!
It would be strange if she didn''t drown after so long!
Tristan turned around, his hands on Monica''s shoulders, and asked with concern, "Why aren''t you
sleeping?" He looked at her feet and said, "You need to rest. Don''t walk around." As he spoke, he
picked her up in his arms.