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Chapter 1407: Her Matters, Weighing On His Heart
Chapter 1407: Her Matters, Weighing on His Heart
He was praying for a miracle to happen, praying for time to pass slower, praying for Kevin to be faster!
The heavy rain showed signs of weakening; the raindrops falling on the car's hood and the splashes of
water gradually grew smaller, and the force was not as strong as before. The whole world had become
considerably quieter.
Tristan glanced in the rearview mirror; the road behind them was completely blocked, but the mountain
seemed to be gradually stabilizing. Three meters away, the road was piled with rocks and soil, with onlynovelbin
a few small branches and mud continuing to slide down. They couldn't breathe a sigh of relief yet, as
no one knew the situation on the mountain.
At that moment, Kevin, along with a team of professional firefighters, was rushing towards them in
several helicopters. It would take at least ten minutes to reach them at the fastest. Halfway up the
mountain road, in the Maybach, Monica's forehead was pressed against Tristan's warm chest, and as
the rain stopped, she seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat.
With each beat, strong and powerful, her heart gradually calmed down. The rain had completely
stopped, and Monica looked up from his embrace, his face gentle. She slowly turned her gaze to see
the dark clouds dispersing in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone through. For a moment, the
sunshine blinded her eyes.
The world was silent, and she seemed to hear the sounds of insects and birds. If it weren't for the
blocked roads in front and behind them, she would have thought it was all just a dream. Tristan's deep
gaze gently fell on her face, seeing her tense lips finally lift into a slight smile. Then, the girl's silvery
voice rang in his ear-
"The rain has stopped! The sun is out!" She looked at him joyfully, "We are saved! Heaven has truly
blessed us! We'll be even more fortunate after surviving a great disaster!" She quickly pulled her hand
out of his palm, opened the car window, and looked back-
"Oh my goodness, couldn't our stopping position be any better? If we had gone a little further forward
or backward, we would have met the King of Hell together!" In fact, Tristan also had a feeling of
surviving a catastrophe, and the worry in his heart finally eased, with the corners of his lips lifting into a
shallow arc.
He didn't seriously listen to her words, as if the sentence, "Tristan, I like you," still lingered in his ears.
So… she was serious. Monica collected her thoughts, sat up straight, and found Tristan staring at her
intently when she turned her gaze. She felt a slight constriction in her chest, "…"
Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still… "Miss Monica, I would like to interview you now,"
Tristan said gently, starting the conversation. The girl thought of her hasty confession just now and
blushed, "What do you want to ask?" She lowered her gaze, "I will answer selectively."
"Were you scared just now?" He continued to look at her without blinking. She looked up, "Yes, I really
thought I was going to die here." "What kind of mood were you in then?" Tristan asked, "Anxious?
Regretful? Worried? Or calm?"
Monica didn't know what he meant but thought about it seriously, "Mostly fear. This was the closest I've
ever been to death, but…" She felt warmth in her heart when she thought of several moments. "At the
most fearful moment, what was on your mind?" Tristan wanted to chat with her so that time would pass
faster.
If they were just sitting and waiting for rescue, it would be unbearable, as the fear had not completely
dissipated. She withdrew her gaze, sat up straight, and said- "I thought of my parents. The three of us
haven't sat at the same table for a meal in a long time. I thought that if we could have a meal together,
my life wouldn't be so full of regrets."
That was one of her wishes, right? So Tristan was thinking about helping her fulfill this wish when they
returned. Having a meal together was a small matter. Her matters, he held them in his heart.