The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 1416

Priscilla was stunned when she heard Tristan's voice. Then, she subconsciously wanted to push Tristan away, but Tristan took advantage of this and pulled her down onto the bed into an intimate position.

"Let me go! Are you crazy? Now the whole country is looking for you! Do you want them to find out that you are not dead?"

Priscilla couldn't free herself from Tristan's arms, so she could only press on his wound to force him to let her go.

Tristan grunted in pain but still refused to let go. Then, cold sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on Priscilla's face.

For a second, she felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. At this thought, Priscilla couldn't help looking up at Tristan and saw that there were mixed emotions in his eyes.

Some fragments of memories flashed through Priscilla's mind quickly, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not recall them. In the end, she stopped pressing on his wound and let go.

Forget it! This man was a jerk. Why should she care about him?

On the other hand, Tristan was surprised when Priscilla let go, but he still laughed and asked, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"Bah! You think too highly of yourself. How could I feel sorry for you? In your dreams, Tristan."

She meant to say that Tristan was hallucinating.

However, Tristan was not angry. Instead, he was a little happy. Then, she sprawled on Priscilla, so she couldn't help but frown again.

"Don't cross the line now!"

"If I wanted to cross the line, I wouldn't stop here. Stop talking and let me sleep for a while, alright? I'm exhausted."

Well, Tristan did sound tired indeed.

Suddenly, Priscilla remembered how he was chased down. Thus, she didn't say anything eventually and didn't push him away, even though she was mad because he had laid down on her.

Soon, Tristan's steady breathing sounds could be heard.

He could only let down his guard when he was with Priscilla.

After that, Priscilla gazed at his sleeping face. The dark circles under his eyes were so visible that she wondered if he had even rested recently.

Was this man an idiot?

She had already sent someone to send him away! Why on earth did he come back?

Actually, Priscilla had some answers in her heart. She was just unwilling to believe them.

At this thought, she sighed and pulled the quilt over them. Then, she sent a message to Maya to ask her to keep watch, and no one was allowed to come in. After that, she just laid there as a cushion for Tristan.

She stared at the ceiling with an empty mind, and she listened to Tristan's breathing and took in his familiar scent. Slowly, Priscilla's eyelids also grew heavy, and she drifted off into sleep.

Not long after she fell asleep, Tristan opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at Priscilla.

Alas! She was such a stubborn woman. Even if her attitude towards him had changed, she still couldn't remember what their relationship was.

After that, Tristan got up quietly and was about to leave, but Priscilla woke up and hugged him from behind.

"Where are you going?"

Priscilla asked with a terrified expression.

Was he really not afraid of losing his life?

The whole of Angolla was under strict surveillance, and the palace was at the centre of it all. Was he trying to get himself killed?

Wait, this was the first time Priscilla had hugged Tristan voluntarily, right?

Hence, Tristan smiled slightly and replied in a soft voice, "I'm going to kill Bernard Gaylord."

"What? Are you out of your mind?"

Priscilla thought that Tristan was nonsensical!

Well, they couldn't be sure that Justin Fang was the same person as Bernard Gaylord. Well, Tristan probably had investigated this because he was going to hunt Justin now. However, what difference would that make?

After their last ordeal, Atlas had placed Bernard under ironclad security that no one could get past. Hence, how could Tristan ever think of killing Bernard?

Bernard's men would find Tristan and shoot him down before he could get close to Bernard!

At this thought, a trace of anger flashed through Priscilla's eyes.

"Look, you are not the only one who wants to kill Bernard. I want to do the same too! However, in reality, we don't even know where he is. How are you sure that the location displayed by Atlas is true? Even if our information is accurate and

Justin is proven to be Bernard, would a cunning person like him allow himself to be in danger? Tristan, stop your foolishness! This is not the time to be reckless! Could you please calm down and think this through?"

When Tristan looked at Priscilla's distressed face, he felt blissful. But he whispered instead, "Justin is Bernard. I know this because I've investigated this incident. Are you worried about me?"

"Hehl Don't flatter yourself. I'm only worried that Mango will be devastated if you die."

Priscilla tried to avoid Tristan's gaze and wanted to withdraw her hands. However, Tristan grasped and held them.

"You must be aware of how Bernard wants to kill Mango desperately, right? Do you think I will have mercy on someone who is after my family?"

"No one wants to show mercy to him! But we have to take this slow."

"What? I can't wait any longer, so how can I think this through? Why did they kill Bernard in the first place? Didn't we want to incite conflict between Atlas and Laborn? But now that Bernard is still alive, Atlas fighting Laborn in full force will be fleeting. If they have a common enemy and goal, later on, they will still join forces. After all, Atlas only wants the throne and not Laborn's life.

Although they are in the heat of the battle right now, it wouldn't escalate any further. Atlas will at most use Laborn's crimes against him as extortion to help Bernard claim the throne. But he wouldn't expose Laborn's crimes to the world. However, what if Bernard died at the hands of Laborn?"

Priscilla was in a daze when she heard Tristan's words, but soon she shook her head and said, "Even if what you are saying is right, the chances of your success is less than 1 percent. So, I am not letting you go!"

"Who are you to me to forbid me from going, Priscilla?"

Tristan looked straight at Priscilla but did not force the words out of her.

After hearing this, Priscilla almost said something. But when she saw Tristan's eyes, she couldn't help avoiding his gaze and said, "I said it before. I don't want to see you die."

"You can't convince me with that."

"Then go to hell!"

Then, Priscilla pulled her hand away from Tristan's grasp. She was a little angry but also a little disappointed.

Tristan's palm was relatively dry, and she felt warm and safe when he held her hand. When she pulled her hand away, all she felt was the cold and dejection.

Suddenly, Priscilla thought that she had gone mad.

How could she feel that Tristan was warm? Or did she lose her mind because she had gone through so much recently?