Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1417: Why Don'T You Sleep In The Bed Too?

Chapter 1417: Why Don't You Sleep in the Bed Too?

Monica's chest tightened suddenly! Tristan held her as he walked inside, and as he lowered his gaze, his deep pupils reflected her astonished face. To Monica, it all felt so unreal! She even held her breath.

"..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks as red as an apple. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Monica noticed a hint of emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand, but Tristan quickly averted his gaze and carried her to the bed, stopping in front of it.

Bending down, he carefully placed her on the soft bed. She let go of him and looked at his handsome face, which was now very close. "Get some sleep," Tristan said with sincerity in his eyes. He bent down again to help her take off her shoes and covered her with the blanket.

Monica watched as he closed the glass door and drew the curtains. At the same time, Tristan turned off the balcony light. The room darkened, and Daphne Wells, who was next door, felt a sinking feeling in her chest! She hadn't been able to see who they were!

She quickly propped herself up on the railing and stuck her head out to get a better look, but she couldn't see anything anymore. The curtains were closed. Who could those two people be? Were they Claire's friends? Daphne Wells really wanted to know. She was curious about anything related to Claire!

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out who might be staying next door. That night, Daphne Wells was destined not to sleep. She would let her imagination run wild and create a wonderful future world for herself. In her mind, Claire was already dead.

The body that might be found the next day could be bloated and ugly from being submerged in water! That was the scene Daphne Wells most wanted to see. In the next room, Monica turned her head slightly and looked at the small 1. 2-meter-long sofa not far away. Tristan, being a tall guy, would not have enough space, even if he curled up.

Sleeping like that for a night would undoubtedly be very uncomfortable, and... it would be easy to catch a cold because there was only one blanket. "Why don't you sleep in the bed too?" Monica blinked and suggested softly, "The sofa is too small, and you'll catch a cold without a blanket."

Tristan hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward to meet her gaze. They were both silent for a few seconds. She saw his handsome face filled with contemplation. She pursed her lips, trying to control her racing heartbeat and awkwardly waiting for his answer.

"Alright," Tristan replied gently, his voice full of respect for her, and he looked at the bed like a gentleman. "The bed is wide enough; we can each sleep on one side."

"..." Monica looked away, her cheeks blushing slightly. Tristan noticed her blush and didn't want to make her feel embarrassed. He casually said, "Let's sleep like this then. I don't snore."

"I know," she replied without thinking. This reminded them both of the night they spent together at Darcy Manor.

Tristan sat down on the edge of the bed, and Monica closed her eyes obediently. She pricked up her ears to listen to the sounds around her, feeling both nervous and reassured because he was there. Tristan helped her adjust the blanket before lying down and covering himself as well. He reached out to turn off the light, and the room darkened, becoming especially quiet. The night grew deeper... They could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats, and they couldn't help but think back to that night at Darcy Manor when they were forced to stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed. That night, they were as close as they were now. That night, Monica felt the same way she did now. Remembering these past events filled her heart with happiness. She seemed to smell the faint scent emanating from Tristan's body and gradually drifted off to sleep.

That night, Rowan didn't return to the inn. He was waiting by the river, hoping for a miracle. The big man's eyes reddened, and tears welled up, but he refused to let them fall.

It was already midnight, and the search and rescue team was still busy. They were determined to replace a person alive or a body dead, so the team grew larger and the river became quite lively. The sky was gloomy, and suddenly, it started to rain...