Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1408: Danger Approaching

Chapter 1408: Danger Approaching

"What about you?" Monica turned her head, blinking her beautiful eyes and asked curiously, "What

were you thinking at your most fearful moment?"

About work?

About his father? Or his sister?

Tristan leaned back in his chair, his gaze drawn to the clouds in the sky, split by sunlight. At that

moment, he seemed to feel the radiance of Buddha, and the cloud was truly stunning.

His lips parted slightly, "Actually, I was quite calm inside because I've always believed that life and

death are predestined. However," he turned his eyes and said firmly, "I don't want to take you with me."

"..." She met his gaze, feeling his slightly hoarse but clear voice, and there was a hint of complexity in

his eyes.

He sincerely told her, "If I hadn't called you, you wouldn't have been in a desperate situation, right?"

"The sun is out, where's the desperation?" Monica smiled warmly, as if to comfort him, "You shouldn't

feel guilty anymore; dying together with you wouldn't be lonely!"

Seeing her smile, he was happy, and hearing her words, he was even happier.

"Tristan, do you fear death?"

"Yes," he replied without thinking, "I believe everyone in this world fears death unless they are

depressed and in extreme pain."

It was great that he didn't mention her confession; maybe he could treat it as a feverish whim!

He was so mature and steady that he probably wouldn't hold it against her, and maybe he didn't even

take it to heart.

The sound of a helicopter hovering overhead drew their attention; Kevin's rescue team had arrived.

In the ancient town separated by a mountain,

Rowan and Claire walked down the steps and arrived at the mossy green ancient bridge. The bridge

was long, resembling the Great Wall in architecture, with stone railings reaching only to the waist.

Standing on the bridge, one could overlook the beauty of the entire ancient town.

The alleys, the winding river, the towers rich in historical charm, and the stilted houses lined up along

the riverbank.

"I'm going to the restroom; wait for me?" Rowan said to the girl beside him.

"Okay!"

Rowan walked toward the nearby public restroom. He was gentle and considerate, seemingly without a

temper, and kind to everyone around him.

A minute later, when his figure disappeared, Daphne Wells stepped up to the last step, standing silently

behind Claire like a ghost.

Daphne Wells had straight long hair, and her lifeless eyes revealed a hint of coldness as she stared at

the back of Claire's head.

Claire, unaware of the danger approaching, took out her phone to take a photo of the stilted houses on

the opposite bank!

With all her strength, Daphne Wells lifted Claire by her waist and pushed her off the bridge before she

could react!

"Ahh!" A terrified scream rang out, followed by a splash!

When Rowan heard the sound and came out, there was no sign of Claire on the empty winding path,

but the scream sounded like her voice.

"Claire?! Claire!"

Rowan ran forward, searching and calling her name!

As he ran, he also used his phone to call her, but it showed that her phone was turned off.

"Claire! Claire, where are you?" Rowan panicked, having a vague sense of foreboding because she

had left with a fully charged phone; it couldn't have been turned off intentionally or automatically.

"Claire!!"

Rowan leaned on the railing and looked down at the calm river; not far away was a fishing boat,

incredibly beautiful.

"Claire! Where are you?" He turned and ran down the steps, wondering if she had left on purpose? To

give him a surprise? Or a prank?

Twenty minutes later-

The helicopter brought Tristan and Monica to the entrance of the ancient town. They walked towards

the gate and crossed the bridge; no vehicles were allowed inside.

Tristan glanced at her, "Shall we go?" He carried her suitcase; they had already booked a guesthouse

and contacted the owner to pick them up.

"Are you Mr. Norwell?"novelbin

"Yes."

"Please follow me, give me your suitcase." The guesthouse owner seemed like an artistic person, a big

man with long hair tied in a low ponytail, yet not effeminate at all.

After passing through the gate and the ancient bridge, they saw several police cars parked inside, and

many officers were questioning pedestrians and taking notes.

"What happened?" Tristan asked.

"A girl disappeared in broad daylight." The guesthouse owner reminded them, "You two should also be

careful; don't let the girls act alone."