Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1408: Danger Approaching

Chapter 1408: Danger Approaching

"What about you?" Monica turned her head, blinking her beautiful eyesand asked curiously, "What were you thinking at your most fearfulmoment?"

About work?

About his father? Or his sister?

Tristan leaned back in his chair, his gaze drawn to the clouds in the sky,split by sunlight. At that moment, he seemed to feel the radiance ofBuddha, and the cloud was truly stunning.

His lips parted slightly, "Actually, I was quite calm inside because I'vealways believed that life and death are predestined. However," heturned his eyes and said firmly, "I don't want to take you with me."

"..." She met his gaze, feeling his slightly hoarse but clear voice, andthere was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He sincerely told her, "If I hadn't called you, you wouldn't have been ina desperate situation, right?"

“The sun is out, where's the desperation?" Monica smiled warmly, as ifto comfort him, "You shouldn't feel guilty anymore; dying together withyou wouldn't be lonely!"

Seeing her smile, he was happy, and hearing her words, he was evenhappier.

“Tristan, do you fear death?"

"Yes," he replied without thinking, "I believe everyone in this world fearsdeath unless they are depressed and in extreme pain."

It was great that he didn't mention her confession; maybe he could treatit as a feverish whim!

He was so mature and steady that he probably wouldn't hold it againsther, and maybe he didn't even take it to heart.

The sound of a helicopter hovering overhead drew their attention;Kevin's rescue team had arrived.

In the ancient town separated by a mountain,

Rowan and Claire walked down the steps and arrived at the mossygreen ancient bridge. The bridge was long, resembling the Great Wallin architecture, with stone railings reaching only to the waist. Standingon the bridge, one could overlook the beauty of the entire ancient town.The alleys, the winding river, the towers rich in historical charm, and thestilted houses lined up along the riverbank.

"I'm going to the restroom; wait for me?" Rowan said to the girl besidehim.

"Okay!"

Rowan walked toward the nearby public restroom. He was gentle andconsiderate, seemingly without a temper, and kind to everyone aroundhim.

A minute later, when his figure disappeared, Daphne Wells stepped upto the last step, standing silently behind Claire like a ghost.

Daphne Wells had straight long hair, and her lifeless eyes revealed ahint of coldness as she stared at the back of Claire's head.

Claire, unaware of the danger approaching, took out her phone to takea photo of the stilted houses on the opposite bank!

With all her strength, Daphne Wells lifted Claire by her waist andpushed her off the bridge before she could react!

"Ahh!" A terrified scream rang out, followed by a splash!

When Rowan heard the sound and came out, there was no sign ofClaire on the empty winding path, but the scream sounded like hervoice.

"Claire?! Claire!"

Rowan ran forward, searching and calling her name!

As he ran, he also used his phone to call her, but it showed that herphone was turned off.

"Claire! Claire, where are you?" Rowan panicked, having a vaguesense of foreboding because she had left with a fully charged phone; itcouldn't have been turned off intentionally or automatically.

"Claire!"

Rowan leaned on the railing and looked down at the calm river; not faraway was a fishing boat, incredibly beautiful.

“Claire! Where are you?" He turned and ran down the steps, wonderingif she had left on purpose? To give him a surprise? Or a prank?Twenty minutes later-

The helicopter brought Tristan and Monica to the entrance of theancient town. They walked towards the gate and crossed the bridge; novehicles were allowed inside.

Tristan glanced at her, "Shall we go?" He carried her suitcase; they hadalready booked a guesthouse and contacted the owner to pick them up."Are you Mr. Norwell?"

"Yes."

"Please follow me, give me your suitcase." The guesthouse ownerseemed like an artistic person, a big man with long hair tied in a lowponytail, yet not effeminate at all.

After passing through the gate and the ancient bridge, they saw severalpolice cars parked inside, and many officers were questioningpedestrians and taking notes.

"What happened?" Tristan asked.

"A girl disappeared in broad daylight." The guesthouse owner remindedthem, “You two should also be careful; don't let the girls act alone.”