Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1434: Why is He Still Angry?

This was a wound he got because of her, so Monica felt not only distressed but also moved.

Tristan, always sensitive, could sense her action even though he didn't look back. Her warm breath on his skin sent a tingling sensation through him.

For a moment, Tristan was lost in thought, not minding her actions at all.

Monica carefully applied a bandage to his wound. Her fair fingers moved gently, afraid of hurting him.

He had been injured because of her. It must have happened when he jumped into the river. Thinking of this, she felt guilty. She wished the wound was on her back instead.

The girl stared atthe treated back, falling silent for a while.

Tristan was again puzzled. When he turned to look at her, he found tears welling up in her eyes, which made his heart skip a beat.

Tears fell from Monica's eyes like glistening pearls.

Noticing Tristan's gaze, she quickly gathered her thoughts. "Sand got in my eyes," she explained, turning around to rub her eyes.

"Do you want me to blow it for you?" he half-jokingly, half-seriously asked.

need!" she pointed at his back, "You're done, quickly change your shirt now. Soak this one

She had

need for you to wash

arms too much. Washing clothes requires force, don't make your wound bleed again.” She didn't look at him, bending down to pack up the first aid kit. Tristan took a clean shirt, put it on, and threw the blood-stained one straight into the

who was putting away the medical kit, saw this. She was angry and puzzled, "Hey! Why would you throw it away? What a

kit, picked up the blood-stained designer shirt from the trash can, "Being thrifty is

been thrifty, but he didn't want her to wash

dissatisfaction, Tristan remained calm and walked towards

held the shirt and looked at him, waiting to hear how this high- and-mighty CEO would

took the shirt from her hand and silently

retreating figure, she

after, Monica heard the

she quickly followed him, exclaiming, "Don't wash it

washing it, I'll throw it away." Tristan stopped what he was doing, his eyes cold, and he spoke

the

you're injured, you shouldn't exert your arms." Monica spoke patiently, "Have you ever washed

letting you wash it!" Tristan

was intimidated by the determination in his

still angry over