Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402: A Romantic Morning

Arkpool City. Algerone Swain woke up early today. In fact, after Tristan left last night, he sat on the terrace and thought about his

life for a long time. He also suffered from insomnia. Although he hadn't slept well, he should have been tired today, but he woke up

very early. Moreover, he did something especially romantic early in the morning. This was something he had thought about for a

long tlast night, and he immediately put it into action.

In the courtyard of his usual residence, two small trucks were parked. Ten workers carefully unloaded rose seedlings from the

trucks, their roots wrapped in thick soil. A small car slowly drove in, stopping not far away. The car door opened, and Mrs. Fritz

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stepped out. Dressed elegantly, she walked towards Algerone Swain. The early winter wind brushed her face, and she wrapped her

cloak around herself. The elegant aura emanating from her bones always accompanied her.

Algerone Swain directed the workers behind the trucks, "Be slow, don't damage the roots, and don't let the soil fall off. It's okay to

take stime, but the job must be done well." As soon as his words fell, he glanced at Mrs. Fritz. Then he helped with the

unloading, as if the rose seedlings were more important than the guests. Mrs. Fritz didn't mind and joined him.

"Good morning," Algerone Swain looked at her briefly, "I'm sorry for making you get up so early today." Holding a rose seedling in

his hands, his gaze returned to the workers transplanting the seedlings, "Be careful, and don't let the soil fall off." Mrs. Fritz replied,

"It's fine, I'm used to getting up early."

"Thank you for your generosity, you practically moved half of your yard for this. | hope these little ones can survive," Algerone

Swain said with anticipation. Mrs. Fritz, although she liked roses, was the kind of person who enjoyed helping others. And how

could she refuse the request from her best friend's ex-husband?

"Compared to a relationship that can be mended, what does half a yard of roses count for?" The elegant middle-aged woman

smiled and looked at everyone. She too looked forward to the day when the courtyard would be filled with roses. Many of the

seedlings had flower buds, and their roots were wrapped in thick soil, indicating a high survival rate.

Algerone Swain sighed softly in his heart after hearing her words, "I hope she will like it." In his view, the fact that his ex-wife

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Belinda agreed to live in his vacant cottage showed that the barriers in her heart had lessened. For Monica's sake, and to make up

for his own regrets, he was willing to do what he could.

"Newly planted roses need deep watering. It hasn't snowed yet, and the temperature is still suitable. With so much soil around the

roots, the survival rate will be high," Mrs. Fritz wasn't worried about her roses dying. "Okay," Algerone Swain expressed his

gratitude, "Thank you."

"As her best friend, I, of course, want her to be happy," the woman turned her eyes to him and continued, "My husband and | have

discussed this topic. He also thinks that your remarriage is the best choice. Only you can tolerate her temper." The middle-aged

man looked up at the clouds in the sky, squinting his eyes, "Tolerance comes from caring."

Mrs. Fritz looked at his graying temples, as if she saw the traces of time. The most beautiful years of life were missed... What kind

of regret was that?