Chapter 1419: A Night Spent Together

Claire'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 circulating 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 planks, with water plants 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 Claire's safety and the fact that she had slept in the same bed as Tristan the night before. So, she glanced over slightly, and sure enough, there was Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, still in the position where he had laid down last 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 Claire was doing. But Monica, you slept with a man again. Although their relationship hadn't progressed substantially, she was quite content. Her affection for him was evident.

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, glanced over, and their gazes collided. "Good morning," Monica blinked awkwardly, quickly adding another sentence, and then looked away. "Did you sleep well last night?" Was he up

"Mhm."

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

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."

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

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