Female Novel
Chapter 1406: Tristan, I Like You
Chapter 1406: Tristan, I Like You
She was on the verge of tears! But she didn't make a fuss or yell; she just clutched her heart tightly, her
body trembling involuntarily. The blanket that had been covering her slipped off. Tristan gripped her
hand, "…" Although he had experienced countless storms in the business world, this was the first time
he had encountered a life-threatening situation.
The current situation could not be resolved by relying on wisdom alone. He interlocked his fingers with
hers and turned to her, saying, "Monica, look at me." Monica slowly regained her composure from thenovelbin
fear, her gaze meeting his deep, determined eyes.
Tristan unbuckled his seatbelt with his other hand, simply turning his body sideways and pulling her
into his embrace, feeling guilty. Monica looked up timidly, "I want to call my parents…" She felt she was
going to die.
Tristan didn't answer, but took out his phone, quickly sent his location to Kevin, and called him, using
the simplest words to explain their current predicament. After hanging up, Tristan put away his phone,
turned his body to hold her shoulders again, and blocked out the terrifying, life-threatening sounds
coming from the front and back of the car.
"Monica, I'm sorry," Tristan gazed at her, "Don't contact them; they'll worry." Looking at her pure, natural
face, he said guiltily, "I shouldn't have brought you here." But Monica shook her head, her eyes filling
with quickly gathering tears, "I don't want you to be here alone; I want to be with you."
At that moment, she also put the sounds from outside the car out of her mind. Resigned to their fate,
she shook her head vigorously, facing his gaze, "Don't blame yourself; it's not your fault. No one
expected the weather to change suddenly."
Tristan hugged her tightly, feeling her shivering, "Monica, Kevin is coming to save us." Indeed, Kevin
was efficient; he had already mobilized a rescue helicopter, accompanied by professional firefighters.
"I'm sorry…" Tristan didn't know what else to say. He could only pray as he estimated that the safe area
was only about ten meters, and it was still shrinking.
Monica looked up from his embrace, the fear of death dissipating bit by bit, even though the heavy rain
outside continued to pour. "Tristan, I like you," she bravely confessed, her lips curving into a bitter
smile, "I don't want to have any regrets, so I'll just tell you, anyway…"
The man tightened his grip on her shoulders, "Anyway, what?" His tone was somewhat expectant.
"Anyway, it won't be awkward later," Monica didn't dare to look forward or back, because the sound of
the landslide was so clear, continuously pouring down.
The strong wind howled, and the heavy rain poured down, the horror was overwhelming! It seemed
impossible for them to escape today. "We won't die, we won't," Tristan's tone was very firm, hugging
her again. Although he didn't know how fate would arrange things, in such a desperate situation, as a
man, he should give the woman unwavering faith!
So, did he like her? He didn't respond to her confession. Monica really wanted to know the answer. He
brought her here, held her hand several times, and asked her father about her marital situation… What
did all this mean?
But… she couldn't just ask directly, could she? Even when facing death, a girl should be more
reserved. Her confession was already quite abrupt. Tristan's gaze shifted forward, the massive
landslide blocking the road. The mountain was still sliding, and with the torrential rain, it was already
approaching the car.
Tristan estimated there was only a five-meter distance, and the situation was extremely critical. He
placed his large palm on the back of her head, pressing her forehead tightly against his warm chest,
not letting her see the imminent terror.