Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1417

Chapter 1417: Why Don't You Sleep in the Bed Too?

Monica's chest tightened suddenly! Tristan held her as he walked inside, and as he lowered his gaze, his deep pupils reflected her astonished face. To Monica, it all felt so unreal! She even held her breath.

"..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks as red as an apple. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Monica noticed a hint of emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand, but Tristan quickly averted his gaze and carried her to the bed, stopping in front of it.

Bending down, he carefully placed her on the soft bed. She let go of him and looked at his handsome face, which was now very close. "Get some sleep," Tristan said with sincerity in his eyes. He bent down again to help her take off her shoes and covered her with the blanket.

Monica watched as he closed the glass door and drew the curtains. At the same time, Tristan turned off the balcony light. The room darkened, and Daphne Wells, who was next door, felt a sinking feeling in her chest! She hadn't been able to see who they were!

She quickly propped herself up on the railing and stuck her head out to get a better look, but she couldn't see anything anymore. The curtains were closed. Who could those two people be? Were they Claire's friends? Daphne Wells really wanted to know. She was curious about anything related to Claire!

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out who might be staying next door. That night, Daphne Wells was destined not to sleep. She would let her imagination run wild and create a wonderful future world for herself. In her mind, Claire was already dead.

The body that might be found the next day could be bloated and ugly from being submerged in water! That was the scene Daphne Wells most wanted to see. In the next room, Monica turned her head slightly and looked at the small 1. 2-meter-long sofa not far away. Tristan, being a tall guy, would not have enough space, even if he curled up.

Sleeping like that for a night would undoubtedly be very uncomfortable, and... it would be easy to catch a cold because there was only one blanket. "Why don't you sleep in the bed too?" Monica blinked and suggested softly, "The sofa is too small, and you'll catch a cold without a blanket."

Tristan hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward to meet her gaze. They were both silent for a few seconds. She saw his handsome face filled with contemplation. She pursed her lips, trying to control her racing heartbeat and awkwardly waiting for his answer.