Female Novel
Chapter 1419: A Night Spent Together
Chapter 1419: A Night Spent Together
Claire's situation was temporarily pushed to the back of their minds, as it wasn't something they could
resolve with just effort. Tristan had done his utmost, sending many people to help. Daphne Wells didn't
wait for Rowan to return that night, sitting alone on the balcony sofa and admiring the rain. As the rain
grew heavier, it also got colder. Eventually, she couldn't stand it any longer and chose to return to her
room to sleep. She believed that when she woke up, there would be satisfying news circulating in the
ancient town: a floating corpse in the river.
The next morning, the rain had stopped, and a faint chill lingered in the air. When Monica opened her
eyes, the room was exceptionally quiet. The ceiling and walls were made of wooden planks, with water
plants hanging above in a very artistic manner. Breathing carefully, she could smell a faint scent of
wood. Her memory was clear, and she recalled the events of the previous day. She worried about
Claire's safety and the fact that she had slept in the same bed as Tristan the night before.
So, she glanced over slightly, and sure enough, there was Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, stillnovelbin
in the position where he had laid down last night. Monica's gentle gaze lingered on his handsome
profile for a while. His perfect nose was as if chiseled by a knife. Her eyes seemed a little dazed for a
moment, but it was fleeting. She sighed, wondering how Claire was doing. But Monica, you slept with a
man again. Although their relationship hadn't progressed substantially, she was quite content. Her
affection for him was evident.
She didn't know how Tristan could feel her gaze, but even with his eyes closed, he spoke softly, "Good
morning." Startled, Monica immediately became alert. Did he have a third eye? Seeing that the girl
didn't respond for a while, the lying-down Tristan opened his eyes, glanced over, and their gazes
collided. "Good morning," Monica blinked awkwardly, quickly adding another sentence, and then looked
away. "Did you sleep well last night?" Was he up all night worrying about Claire?
"Mhm."
Tristan lifted the blanket on his side and got out of bed while answering, "The inn owner has good
taste. The bed is as comfortable as the one at home." Hearing this, she didn't know how to respond.
Comfort? Sleeping in the same bed with a woman, didn't he feel even slightly uncomfortable? But she
just pursed her lips and sat up.
"How is it? Is your foot better?" Tristan put on his shoes, sat on the edge of the bed, turned, and looked
at her. His gaze and tone were full of concern. "Mhm," the girl nodded, "Much better." Tristan stood up,
"I'll go wash up first, and then I'll take a look at your foot and apply medicine. Oh, what do you want for
breakfast? You can order here." He checked his phone, but there were no messages or missed calls
from Rowan. A touch of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
Monica thought to herself, so he's really not going down? "Anything is fine." Tristan stood up and asked
seriously, "What do you mean by 'anything'?" There seemed to be a hint of unhappiness in his tone,
"You didn't seriously consider my question." "Anything means I'll listen to you," Monica quickly
corrected herself, giving him a beautiful smile.
Tristan's expression softened, and the curve of his lips was charming. "Then you go wash up first," he
said, planning to call Rowan. "You go first," the girl stood in front of the bed, staring at him with a
lovestruck expression, "Hurry up, don't waste any more time!" Tristan glanced at her, then strode
towards the bathroom.
Monica finally let out a sigh of relief! Sharing such a small space with another person was really...
uncomfortable!