Chapter 1420: Monica Prays for ire
Chapter 1420: Monica Prays for ire
She was stillining to herself, "What''s wrong with you?!"
Weren''t you always fearless and carefree? When did you ever feel nervous? And what situation haven''t
you experienced before?
Why is it that whenever she''s with Tristan, her heart races like a frightened deer? Even breathing
requires practicing hundreds of times?
It''s so annoying! Every time her heart races, her cheeks flush, her blood heats up, and it''s incredibly
embarrassing!
She''s afraid Tristan won''t notice!
And now is the time to find someone, not the time to be emotionally attached!
But she knew very well in her heart that this was the feeling of love, like a raging flood and ferocious
beast, uncontroble.
If ire hadn''t disappeared, then this trip to the ancient town would have held extraordinary
significance for her and Tristan.
But the current situation was not suitable for romance...
ire was missing, and everyone was concerned and worried.
There was the sound of water from the bathroom, and Monica gathered her thoughts. She shook her
head to get rid of these messy thoughts, bent over to fan and straighten the quilt.
Then she pulled back the curtains and opened the sliding ss door, letting the fresh air in.
Monica stepped out, and the rows of stilted buildings on the opposite bank of the river came into view,
like an ancient painting.
She came to the edge of the balcony and saw many small boats floating on the river. Those were the
rescue workers, wearing clothes with the word ''rescue'' printed on them.
Monica''s heart sank heavily, her rxed expression disappeared, reced by a solemn look.
Her world seemed silent at that moment, staring nkly at the scene...
A whole night had passed... and still no news...
But was no news the best news?
Not necessarily...
Monica sped her hands together and closed her eyes, praying for ire.
"ire, you must be safe; we''re all waiting for you toe back," a voice in her heart whispered.
How could such a living person just vanish into thin air?
In the bathroom, Tristan hesitated again and again, not calling Rowan.
He brushed his teeth while ordering breakfast for Monica on his phone.
On the balcony, Monica continued to pray... She was a kind-hearted girl.
Soon, footsteps approached from behind her. Monica didn''t turn around, only returned to her senses,
opened her eyes, and lowered her sped hands.
Looking at the restless river, her mood was terrible. The sky was gray, and it had rained heavily the
night before. It seemed that it would rain again soon.
Tristan''s gaze swept over the girl''s silhouette andnded on the boats floating in the middle of the river.
Professional salvage teams had been working all night, still trying their best to search and salvage... It
was as if even the air was telling them that hope was growing dimmer and dimmer.
Soon, someone delivered breakfast, and the doorbell rang.
Tristan turned to open the door, "Hello."
"Sir, enjoy your meal," the attendant kindly reminded him. "Sir, please be careful when going out
recently. There has been a disappearance in the ancient town, and the cause has not been
determined."
Tristan nodded, "Thank you for the reminder." He watched the attendant go downstairs, a trace of
sadness in his eyes.
Then he closed the door, and Monica came in from the balcony.
"Monica, let me apply the medicine for you first," Tristan put the bag on the TV cab and picked up
the medicine bottle. "Wash up after I apply the medicine."
Monica sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him open the medicine bottle.
As he had done the night before, he knelt down on one knee, ced her sprained foot on hisp, and
gently rolled up her pant leg.
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"Thank you," Monica said sweetly.
"Why be polite?" Tristan looked up and saw her eyes filled with stars.