Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1419

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.

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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 sbed as Tristan the night before.

So, she glanced over slightly, and sure enough, there was Tristan lying on the other side of the bed, still in the position where he

had laid down last night. Monica's gentle gaze lingered on his handsprofile 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 becalert. 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 sbed 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

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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!