Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1378: The Generous and Attentive Swain However, Belinda didn't give Algerone Swain a friendly look. She kept a straight face, showing no signs of hunger, even appearing rather disgusted, and still wore an unwelcoming expression as she looked at him.

As for Algerone Swain, he seemed quite magnanimous, having already put the unpleasantness of the morning behind him. He didn't want to create any tension with her, so he took off all the lids from the dishes, arranged the chopsticks, and then stood up.

"You should eat while it's hot. | know you can't eat while I'm here, so I'll leave first." He had a charming self-awareness.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Algerone Swain gave her a gentle smile and walked out on his own, bending down at the door to pick up the scattered roses.

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Belinda didn't look back, her heart still weighed down by the resentment and anger of the past twenty years! It wasn't until she heard the sound of his footsteps fading away, followed by the door closing, that she finally turned to look.

The room was empty, and so was her heart. The aroma of the dishes filled the air. Belinda cto her senses and gazed at the various bowls on the tea table, each exquisite bowl containing a different delicious dish, all still steaming hot.

She sat down on the sofa and slowly picked up a fork. She was hungry, truly hungry. Holding a bowl full of food, Belinda's hardened heart softened for a moment. She really hadn't expected him to come.

In Belinda's memory, Algerone Swain had always been a considerate and good man. Downstairs in the hotel, the golden elevator doors opened in the magnificent lobby, and the suave Algerone Swain stepped out. He strode directly to the front desk, his steps strong and his handmade leather shoes spotless.

"Good day, Mr. Swain." The receptionist saw him and quickly stopped her work, smiling and respectfully greeting him.

"Callwhen the lady returns," Algerone Swain said in a deep voice, standing in front of the counter with one hand in his pocket and the other tapping the counter lightly, looking in good spirits.

"Understood," the receptionist replied, her demeanor and appearance excellent.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Also, if my wife doesn't cdown for dinner, callagain." "Understood!" The girl smiled brightly.

Algerone Swain smiled back, "If the information is collected properly in the next few days, I'll give you a bonus at the end of the year!" With that, he turned and left.

"Thank you, boss!" Watching his tall figure, the receptionist was overjoyed.

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The boss was indeed generous and charming, even with his temples graying. Yes, the hotel's owner was Algerone Swain. Belinda didn't know, nor did Monica, and Tristan probably wasn't aware either. Kevin had chosen this place simply because it was close to the Clarke Corp.

In a room upstairs, Belinda didn't care about her appearance; after all, she was alone. One by one, the small and large bowls in front of her becempty. Stir-fried beef with celery, cucumber rolls, salmon, and garlic shrimp - all of her favorites, with a taste that took her back many years.

Algerone Swain actually remembered...

This detail warmed her heart, making her eyes swell and her nose tingle.

At the Charity Medical Center, Monica and Tristan walked out of the lobby, the warm sunlight shining on them. They had just sent Eason back to the hospital.

The little guy needed an IV drip in the afternoon, and a teacher would cto give him one-on-one tutoring.

As they were leaving, he asked expectantly, "Will Monica still chere in the future?" Without waiting for the girl to answer, Tristan bent down and patted his little brother's head, saying, "Tomorrow, I'll take Monica to a town for a business trip. It's part of our work, so we'll cback to see you after we finish, okay?" Eason pouted, not knowing how long they would be gone, but eventually nodded obediently. "I'll wait for you here. Be sure to cback."

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