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.

"You're done, quickly change your shirt now. Soak this

Tristan's footsteps, Monica felt awkward. She had just seen his

need for you to

shouldn't move your 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

and puzzled, "Hey! Why would you throw it away? What a waste! Do you always live like

from the trash can, "Being thrifty is a traditional virtue! Haven't you heard

Tristan had always been thrifty, but he didn't want her to wash the

strong dissatisfaction, Tristan remained calm and walked towards

waiting to hear how

say a word. He took the shirt from her hand and silently walked towards

his retreating figure,

after, Monica heard

followed him,

away." Tristan stopped what he was doing, his eyes cold, and he

the shirt in the basin for a few

exert your arms." Monica spoke patiently, "Have you ever

better than letting you wash it!"

Monica was intimidated by

was he still