Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1414: Only One Room Left

Chapter 1414: Only One Room Left

Then, Tristan led Monica towards the inn they had reserved earlier inthe day. It was late at night, and even with the lamplights, visibility wasnot as good as during the day.

As they descended the steps, Tristan said, "Watch your step." Hereached out and took her hand, holding it tightly. For the first time in thepast several hours, his heart returned to Monica.

Monica's chest tightened, unsure if it was joy or sorrow. She glanced athim, then followed his pace. His face was handsome and elegant, moreattractive than any male celebrity in the entertainment industry.

Her hand was held firmly in his palm, their warmth intertwined. Heslowed down, considering she was wearing high heels, and didn't let goeven after they had descended the steps. For a brief moment, Monicafelt like it was all surreal.

Tristan led her to the riverside inn not far away. The girl's browsfurrowed slightly, her expression calm and still, neither sad nor happy.She was truly exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

The navigation ended.

Tristan stopped and said to the girl beside him, "This is the place." Helooked up to double-check the sign. All the inns along the street lookedalmost identical from the outside.

"Okay." Monica also looked up and noted the inn's name and theunique features at the entrance, such as the two pots of lush moneyplants placed on either side.

Tristan pushed open the glass door with his other hand and said,"Watch your step.” He led her inside. Under the bright indoor lighting,they looked like a happy couple, hand in hand.

The innkeeper immediately came to greet them, smiling and handingover a room card. "Mr. Norwell, this is your room card, Room 303."Tristan released Monica's hand and took the card. "Just one?"

“Isn't one card enough for two people?” The innkeeper smiled andreplied, "I thought you'd be going in and out together. Security hasn'tbeen great lately, but if you need two cards, we can provide them."

As he was about to turn around and fetch another card, Tristan grabbedhis shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Tristan frowned slightly, “Youmean... you only prepared one room for us?"

The innkeeper looked puzzled, glancing back and forth between thetwo. “..." He didn't know what to say. They had just walked in holdinghands, so wasn't one room appropriate? Who would book separaterooms for a couple on vacation?

Monica felt a bit embarrassed and stood to the side, biting her lipwithout saying anything.

Tristan told the innkeeper, "Give us another room."

"Huh?" The innkeeper looked surprised, then quickly apologized, "I'msorry, but all the rooms are occupied. There are no vacancies."Hearing this, Monica turned to Tristan, and Tristan also looked at her.He quickly looked outside the door.

At this moment, the innkeeper said to him, "Mr. Norwell, there are norooms available on this entire street. Believe me, there's going to be agrand food festival here in a few days, attracting foodies from all overthe country.”

"..." Tristan's expression remained calm.

He regretted not booking two rooms in the first place. Reservations nowrequired real-name registration, and he didn't have her ID number atthe time. He thought he could add it later, but Claire's situation haddelayed them.

Monica had been standing for a while, her legs sore and tired. She justwanted to sleep.

Tristan looked at her, caressed her head, and said, "So... make do fortonight?" He glanced at her legs. "You must be exhausted. You cansleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa.”

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and didn't refuse.

What other choice did she have? They were already in this situation.Seeing that she didn't refuse, Tristan asked the innkeeper, "Do youhave any medicine for sprains and bruises?"

"Yes." He quickly turned to fetch it.

Tristan took the bottle, "I'll return it tomorrow, thanks.” Then, he tookMonica's hand again and led her toward the wooden staircase.Monica's heart felt a mix of bitterness and warmth, no longer calm. Shewas a bit afraid to look into his eyes.

His palm was so warm and seemed to have a magical power.