Female Novel
Chapter 1425: Hand Her Over To Dr. Watson
Chapter 1425: Hand Her Over to Dr. Watson
"Monica! Monica!"
He finally carried her to the shore, but her eyes were tightly closed, as if she had lost consciousness,
and her soaked body no longer trembled. The pier had a large awning, and the rain grew heavier,
pattering noisily on it.
Tristan had her lay flat and called, "Monica! Wake up!" He knelt down, cradling her head to one side,
and reached his fingers into her mouth to help clear any water or debris from her nose and mouth.
"Monica, Monica..." He anxiously called her name while continuing his resuscitation efforts, "Wake up,
can you hear me?"
Tristan's men dragged Daphne Wells towards them. Daphne stared incredulously at the unresponsive
Monica lying on the ground. She struggled to break free, refusing to follow them, "Let go of me!"
As Tristan continued to resuscitate Monica, he glanced at Daphne Wells. His deep cold eyes showed a
hint of hidden cruelty, which made Daphne shudder in fear. Then Tristan withdrew his gaze and called
again, "Monica, Monica, wake up."
Daphne seized the opportunity to escape! She even bit the man's wrist!
"Ah-!" Tristan's man howled in pain but didn't let go, "Damn woman!"
Slap-!
A crisp slap landed on Daphne Wells' face, leaving a bloody cut on her mouth corner. Daphnenovelbin
continued to struggle.
The man then kicked her in the abdomen and punched her hard in the chest, "Stay still!" Daphne felt
dizzy from the beating.
Tristan cast a hateful glance at Daphne Wells, showing no sympathy. He quickly returned to giving
Monica artificial respiration. His thin lips touched hers, marking their first kiss under such
circumstances.
It must be said that Tristan was quite professional in saving lives. He had saved many people during
his years abroad. With artificial respiration combined with CPR, Monica, who had fainted due to lack of
oxygen, soon showed signs of life. She coughed twice.
Tristan was overjoyed and revealed a child-like smile.
The man dragged Daphne Wells over and kicked her legs, forcing her to kneel before Monica. She
stubbornly tried to stand but was completely restrained by the man, unable to move.
At this moment, Monica slowly opened her eyes, and the first face she saw was a familiar one – his
handsome features and gentle, deep gaze. Their eyes met...
"You're finally awake," Tristan breathed a sigh of relief, his smile warmer and brighter.
Seeing Tristan's wet hair dripping with water and his soaked body, Monica recalled the moment he
embraced her in the river, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"Come." Tristan picked her up from the ground.
Monica regained her senses and locked eyes with Daphne Wells, who was kneeling on the ground.
Monica stared coldly at her, and there was a trace of guilt in Daphne's eyes.
"It was her," Monica pointed at Daphne Wells, not caring how cold her soaked body felt, and angrily
said, "She was the one who pushed Claire into the river! She admitted it herself!"
"No, it wasn't me! I never said that!" Daphne stubbornly denied.
Tristan remembered the scene of Monica being pushed into the river just now, and his face instantly
changed, glaring at Daphne Wells as if wishing to kill her with his eyes. But he was well aware of his
identity, so he said to his man, "Hand her over to Dr. Watson!"
"Yes, sir!" The man roughly pulled Daphne Wells up, "Move!"
Daphne Wells was still trying to break free, "Let go of me!" The man only tightened his grip, "Stay still!
Or I'll kill you!" It seemed as if he wanted to break her wrist!
Tristan carried Monica, "Let's go back to the inn and change our clothes." He took a step, worried she
might catch a cold.
Being carried like a princess again, Monica felt as if all of this were a dream.