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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1406
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Chapter 1406: Tristan, I Like You

She was on the verge of tears! But she didn't make a fuss or yell; she just clutched her heart tightly, her body trembling

involuntarily. The blanket that had been covering her slipped off. Tristan gripped her hand, "..." Although he had experienced

countless storms in the business world, this was the first the had encountered a life-threatening situation.

The current situation could not be resolved by relying on wisdom alone. He interlocked his fingers with hers and turned to her,

saying, "Monica, look at me." Monica slowly regained her composure from the fear, her gaze meeting his deep, determined eyes.

Tristan unbuckled his seatbelt with his other hand, simply turning his body sideways and pulling her into his embrace, feeling guilty.

Monica looked up timidly, "lI want to call my parents..." She felt she was going to die.

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Tristan didn't answer, but took out his phone, quickly sent his location to Kevin, and called him, using the simplest words to explain

their current predicament. After hanging up, Tristan put away his phone, turned his body to hold her shoulders again, and blocked

out the terrifying, life-threatening sounds coming from the front and back of the car.

"Monica, I'm sorry," Tristan gazed at her, "Don't contact them; they'll worry." Looking at her pure, natural face, he said guiltily, "I

shouldn't have brought you here." But Monica shook her head, her eyes filling with quickly gathering tears, "I don't want you to be

here alone; | want to be with you."

At that moment, she also put the sounds from outside the car out of her mind. Resigned to their fate, she shook her head

vigorously, facing his gaze, "Don't blyourself; it's not your fault. No one expected the weather to change suddenly."

Tristan hugged her tightly, feeling her shivering, "Monica, Kevin is coming to save us." Indeed, Kevin was efficient; he had already

mobilized a rescue helicopter, accompanied by professional firefighters. "I'm sorry..." Tristan didn't know what else to say. He could

only pray as he estimated that the safe area was only about ten meters, and it was still shrinking.

Monica looked up from his embrace, the fear of death dissipating bit by bit, even though the heavy rain outside continued to pour.

"Tristan, | like you," she bravely confessed, her lips curving into a bitter smile, "lI don't want to have any regrets, so I'll just tell you,

anyway..."

The man tightened his grip on her shoulders, "Anyway, what?" His tone was somewhat expectant. "Anyway, it won't be awkward

later," Monica didn't dare to look forward or back, because the sound of the landslide was so clear, continuously pouring down.

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The strong wind howled, and the heavy rain poured down, the horror was overwhelming! It seemed impossible for them to escape

today. "We won't die, we won't," Tristan's tone was very firm, hugging her again. Although he didn't know how fate would arrange

things, in such a desperate situation, as a man, he should give the woman unwavering faith!

So, did he like her? He didn't respond to her confession. Monica really wanted to know the answer. He brought her here, held her

hand several times, and asked her father about her marital situation... What did all this mean?

But... she couldn't just ask directly, could she? Even when facing death, a girl should be more reserved. Her confession was already

quite abrupt. Tristan's gaze shifted forward, the massive landslide blocking the road. The mountain was still sliding, and with the

torrential rain, it was already approaching the car.

Tristan estimated there was only a five-meter distance, and the situation was extremely critical. He placed his large palm on the

back of her head, pressing her forehead tightly against his warm chest, not letting her see the imminent terror.