Chapter 1419: A Night Spent Together


    Chapter 1419: A Night Spent Together


    ire''s situation was temporarily pushed to the back of their minds, as it wasn''t something they could


    resolve with just effort. Tristan had done his utmost, sending many people to help. Daphne Wells didn''t


    wait for Rowan to return that night, sitting alone on the balcony sofa and admiring the rain. As the rain


    grew heavier, it also got colder. Eventually, she couldn''t stand it any longer and chose to return to her


    room to sleep. She believed that when she woke up, there would be satisfying news circting in the


    ancient town: a floating corpse in the river.


    The next morning, the rain had stopped, and a faint chill lingered in the air. When Monica opened her


    eyes, the room was exceptionally quiet. The ceiling and walls were made of wooden nks, with water


    nts hanging above in a very artistic manner. Breathing carefully, she could smell a faint scent of


    wood. Her memory was clear, and she recalled the events of the previous day. She worried about


    ire''s safety and the fact that she had slept in the same bed as Tristan the night before.


    So, she nced over slightly, and sure enough, there was Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, still


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    in the position where he hadid downst night. Monica''s gentle gaze lingered on his handsome


    profile for a while. His perfect nose was as if chiseled by a knife. Her eyes seemed a little dazed for a


    moment, but it was fleeting. She sighed, wondering how ire was doing. But Monica, you slept with a


    man again. Although their rtionship hadn''t progressed substantially, she was quite content. Her


    affection for him was evident.


    She didn''t know how Tristan could feel her gaze, but even with his eyes closed, he spoke softly, "Good


    morning." Startled, Monica immediately became alert. Did he have a third eye? Seeing that the girl


    didn''t respond for a while, the lying-down Tristan opened his eyes, nced over, and their gazes


    collided. "Good morning," Monica blinked awkwardly, quickly adding another sentence, and then looked


    away. "Did you sleep wellst night?" Was he up all night worrying about ire?


    "Mhm."


    Tristan lifted the nket on his side and got out of bed while answering, "The inn owner has good


    taste. The bed is asfortable as the one at home." Hearing this, she didn''t know how to respond.


    Comfort? Sleeping in the same bed with a woman, didn''t he feel even slightly ufortable? But she


    just pursed her lips and sat up.


    "How is it? Is your foot better?" Tristan put on his shoes, sat on the edge of the bed, turned, and looked


    at her. His gaze and tone were full of concern. "Mhm," the girl nodded, "Much better." Tristan stood up,


    "I''ll go wash up first, and then I''ll take a look at your foot and apply medicine. Oh, what do you want for


    breakfast? You can order here." He checked his phone, but there were no messages or missed calls


    from Rowan. A touch of mncholy shed in his eyes.


    Monica thought to herself, so he''s really not going down? "Anything is fine." Tristan stood up and asked


    seriously, "What do you mean by ''anything''?" There seemed to be a hint of unhappiness in his tone,


    "You didn''t seriously consider my question." "Anything means I''ll listen to you," Monica quickly


    corrected herself, giving him a beautiful smile.


    Tristan''s expression softened, and the curve of his lips was charming. "Then you go wash up first," he


    said, nning to call Rowan. "You go first," the girl stood in front of the bed, staring at him with a


    lovestruck expression, "Hurry up, don''t waste any more time!" Tristan nced at her, then strode


    towards the bathroom.


    Monica finally let out a sigh of relief! Sharing such a small space with another person was really...


    ufortable!