Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1407: Her Matters, Weighing On His Heart

Chapter 1407: Her Matters, Weighing on HisHeart

He was praying for a miracle to happen, praying for time to passslower, praying for Kevin to be faster! The heavy rain showed signs ofweakening; the raindrops falling on the car's hood and the splashes ofwater gradually grew smaller, and the force was not as strong asbefore. The whole world had become considerably quieter.

Tristan glanced in the rearview mirror; the road behind them wascompletely blocked, but the mountain seemed to be graduallystabilizing. Three meters away, the road was piled with rocks and soil,with only a few small branches and mud continuing to slide down. Theycouldn't breathe a sigh of relief yet, as no one knew the situation on themountain.

At that moment, Kevin, along with a team of professional firefighters,was rushing towards them in several helicopters. It would take at leastten minutes to reach them at the fastest. Halfway up the mountain road,in the Maybach, Monica's forehead was pressed against Tristan's warmchest, and as the rain stopped, she seemed to hear the sound of hisheartbeat.

With each beat, strong and powerful, her heart gradually calmed down.The rain had completely stopped, and Monica looked up from hisembrace, his face gentle. She slowly turned her gaze to see the darkclouds dispersing in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone through.For a moment, the sunshine blinded her eyes.

The world was silent, and she seemed to hear the sounds of insectsand birds. If it weren't for the blocked roads in front and behind them,she would have thought it was all just a dream. Tristan's deep gazegently fell on her face, seeing her tense lips finally lift into a slight smile.Then, the girl's silvery voice rang in his ear-

"The rain has stopped! The sun is out!" She looked at him joyfully, “Weare saved! Heaven has truly blessed us! We'll be even more fortunateafter surviving a great disaster!" She quickly pulled her hand out of hispalm, opened the car window, and looked back-

"Oh my goodness, couldn't our stopping position be any better? If wehad gone a little further forward or backward, we would have met theKing of Hell together!" In fact, Tristan also had a feeling of surviving acatastrophe, and the worry in his heart finally eased, with the corners ofhis lips lifting into a shallow arc.

He didn't seriously listen to her words, as if the sentence, “Tristan, I likeyou," still lingered in his ears. So... she was serious. Monica collectedher thoughts, sat up straight, and found Tristan staring at her intentlywhen she turned her gaze. She felt a slight constriction in her chest,Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still... "Miss Monica, I wouldlike to interview you now," Tristan said gently, starting the conversation.The girl thought of her hasty confession just now and blushed, "Whatdo you want to ask?" She lowered her gaze, "I will answer selectively.""Were you scared just now?" He continued to look at her withoutblinking. She looked up, "Yes, I really thought I was going to die here.""What kind of mood were you in then?" Tristan asked, "Anxious?Regretful? Worried? Or calm?"

Monica didn't know what he meant but thought about it seriously,"Mostly fear. This was the closest I've ever been to death, but..." Shefelt warmth in her heart when she thought of several moments. "At themost fearful moment, what was on your mind?" Tristan wanted to chatwith her so that time would pass faster.

If they were just sitting and waiting for rescue, it would be unbearable,as the fear had not completely dissipated. She withdrew her gaze, satup straight, and said- “I thought of my parents. The three of us haven'tsat at the same table for a meal in a long time. I thought that if we couldhave a meal together, my life wouldn't be so full of regrets.”

That was one of her wishes, right? So Tristan was thinking abouthelping her fulfill this wish when they returned. Having a meal togetherwas a small matter. Her matters, he held them in his heart.