Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1421: A Phone Call

Chapter 1421: A Phone Call

In the instant their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. Monica pursed her lips habitually, hiding her embarrassment. Tristan averted his gaze and carefully examined her injury. "The swelling has gone down quite a bit," he commented.

"Yes," she agreed, looking at her ankle. "The medicine is quite effective, and it really doesn't hurt this morning." She hoped he would stop worrying and feeling guilty.

"Let's apply it one more time." Tristan looked up at her and continued to apply the medicine, gently massaging her ankle with his fingertips to help the medicine penetrate better.

Sometimes, he didn't seem like a high-and-mighty CEO; his heart wasn't as cold as his appearance suggested. Monica sensed his thoughts and tactfully suggested, "Shall we go down and take a look after breakfast?"

Tristan looked up at her as he continued to massage her ankle. Hearing her words, he was quite touched. "I'm also worried. Although I'm not close to Claire, I've met her before, and she's a very likable girl. I really like her."

Tristan's eyes softened. "Alright, let's have breakfast first."

He knew that after a whole night without any results, the situation was likely bleak. A brief silence filled the room, and the air was tinged with sadness.

After applying the medicine, Tristan carefully lowered her foot and let down her pant leg. Monica spoke again, "Thank you."

He looked up at her but didn't respond. Instead, he picked up the medicine bottle and stood up. After washing his hands, he opened the breakfast bag and took out two servings. "The noodles here are quite special. Come and have a taste."

As the lid was lifted, the delicious aroma filled the air. Monica stood up and took the utensils from him. They sat down on the couch and ate the noodles together, without much conversation.

Outside the balcony railing, the river was no longer calm, and the professional salvage team continued to work tirelessly.

Soon, Tristan's phone rang. He quickly took it out and checked the display. It was a call from his subordinate. He immediately answered, "Hello, any updates?"

"We haven't found her yet. But I can tell you about last night's search progress and what the police saw on the surveillance cameras. Where are you? I'm downstairs at the inn you booked." Tristan glanced at the girl next to him. It wouldn't be appropriate to have a man come upstairs. So he put down the noodle box and told his subordinate, "Wait for me downstairs. I'll be right there." After hanging up, he turned to look at Monica and was about to say something. She met his gaze and asked softly, "Are you going downstairs?"

"My subordinate is here to report something to me. It's not convenient for him to come upstairs. You stay here."

Tristan didn't rush off. Instead, he patiently explained, "We'll talk downstairs. There's a coffee shop to the right of the entrance. You can come replace me after you finish breakfast, or you can call me, and I'll come pick you up."

"Don't worry about me. I'm not a three-year-old child," Monica said in a relaxed tone. "But you should finish your breakfast before leaving. There's no need to rush."

Tristan nodded, put down his phone, and resumed eating. Monica also hurried to eat, although she wasn't as fast as him. Moreover, girls always took a bit longer to get ready.

So Tristan decided to leave first. Before opening the door, he turned to her and said, "Call me when you go downstairs. Be careful on the stairs, and don't sprain your ankle again." "Alright, don't worry!" Monica said gently, watching him leave and close the door behind him.