Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1415: Both Thinking Of Each Other

Chapter 1415: Both Thinking of Each Other

The stairs in the inn were narrow, and it was a bit crowded for twopeople to walk side by side. Moreover, they had to turn a corner soon.In such a stilted inn, the floors were never too high, and the layout wasalmost the same. The tall Tristan led the way, holding her hand tightly,guiding her step by step to the third floor.

In front of room 303, he swiped the card to enter without letting go ofher hand. It felt like an older brother taking care of his younger sister.After entering, he inserted the key card, and the whole room lit up. Thelighting was warm and yellow, the walls were made of wood panels,and there were ancient murals decorating them. It was a spacious roomwith a large bed.

The bed was over two meters wide, with neatly arranged yellowbedding and two heart-shaped pillows, giving a comfortable feeling.However, there was indeed only one bed.

"Come, sit down first," Tristan said as he helped her sit on the edge ofthe bed before letting go of her hand. He knelt on one knee in front ofher, opened the medicine bottle, and placed it on the ground. Tristanthen carefully lifted her injured foot onto his lap.

Without a word, he gently rolled up her pant leg, his distinct fingersmoving with extreme care. At that moment, he seemed as professionalas a doctor. The girl stared at him up close, feeling a bit nervous andher heart racing. She wanted to say thank you, but hesitated, biting herlip as a faint blush spread across her face.

With her pant leg rolled up, her exposed ankle was visibly red andswollen. Tristan frowned and looked at her with evident concern. Theireyes met, and Monica blinked quickly before smiling and saying, “Itdoesn't hurt, really, not at all."

Tristan gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment, sighed, picked up themedicine bottle, and began applying it gently to her injury. He evenblew on it from time to time, afraid of causing her pain. Hisattentiveness and gentleness, as well as the guilt and remorse buried inhis heart, stirred ripples in Monica's thoughts.

He must have cared for her, too, but the situation had been urgent. “I'msorry, Monica," he said as he gently massaged the medicine into herinjury, trying to make it work as effectively as possible. Looking up ather, he continued, "I brought you out here, but I didn't take good care ofyou."

Hearing this, she shook her head vigorously, feeling a sudden warmthin her heart. At that moment, there was no Claire between them - onlyhim and her. "I'm already a grown-up, and I don't need to be taken careof,” she said with a smile. "It was my own carelessness that caused thetwist. Next time, I'll be more careful and won't cause you any trouble.”Hearing her words, Tristan felt even more guilty. He looked away andsaid, "You don't have to go downstairs tomorrow. Just rest here and letyour injury heal first." Was she supposed to stay in the room alone? No!She was afraid!

Monica suddenly felt a chill in the air. After what had happened, any girlleft alone would feel fear until the final outcome was known. Nothearing her response, Tristan looked up and saw the hesitation in hereyes. Locking eyes with him, Monica spoke softly, “I... I'd rather go withyou. I'm not in pain anymore, really.”

Unexpectedly, Tristan replied, "I won't go either. I'll stay here with you."Her ankle was swollen - how could it not hurt? The girl's eyes widenedin surprise. Was he not going to search anymore? Tristan gently put herfoot down and stood up, picking up the medicine bottle. "If I could replaceit, wouldn't I have found it today?" he asked.

"..." She didn't know how to respond.