Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1461: A Fury Hangs in the Air

As Monica turned her gaze, so did Tristan. Their eyes met, stirring her emotions and revealing a profound gentleness in his eyes.

The waitress seemed to suddenly understand something; her smile sweetened as she brought out their cake.

"What else would you like?" Tristan withdrew his gaze and looked towards the cake display, seemingly making a selection.

However, she fixed her gaze, the warm yellow light illuminating his profile. For a moment, Monica was spellbound by his masculine

charm. Sensing the heated gaze of the girl, Tristan did not look at her again, not wishing to shatter this peaceful moment and

cause her embarrassment.

They simply selected a few types of cakes, all very exquisite, even the packaging boxes were printed with unique declarations of

love -

"The one who watches the sunset withis gentler than the sunset itself."

"You came, bringing the stars and the moon."

"Peace and joy, four seasons with you."

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"Cherished favor, generous all my life."

Each sentence was truly heartfelt, the playful font exuding the romanticism favoured by young people. This shop seemed to be

designed for couples.

"Take your time, we welcyour next visit, and wish you happiness!"

Monica felt warmth in her heart, her smile sweet, but she dared not show it too much. In front of the one she liked, she would

always have a bit of restraint.

Welcoming the evening breeze, Tristan also felt somewhat relaxed. Being with Monica, he always felt a sense of contentment and

peace. This girl had unconsciously stirred his protective instinct.

Though he was also worried about Claire's safety, he could not neglect the one worth cherishing by his side for an impossible

person, for a friend. Besides, in the matter of finding Claire, Tristan had already made great efforts, arranging many people.

At this moment, the night was as dark as ink.

Not far away, in a small western-style building, the living room was lit, silent enough to hear a pin drop. Only Algerone Swain and

Belinda were present. Since their daughter left, the atmosphere here had beca bit awkward.

Neither of them initiated a conversation, their eyes did not meet, perhaps both brewing something, after all, their relationship had

been tense for many years.

"You should go back and have dinner with your wife." Belinda still had a grudge in her heart, she asked unhappily, "What's my

status living here? How do you regard me?"

"Why do you think so much? | am just making it convenient for you." Algerone Swain was a bit scared of her anger, trying to

appease her, "The house would be empty anyway."

However, his words obviously did not touch her heart, making Belinda feel even more uncomfortable, "Charity? There are plenty of

vacant houses in big Arkpool City!"

"Belinda, are you reasonable?" Algerone Swain felt wronged. He had done a good deed and didn't get a good result.

"lI am unreasonable! That's why we divorced. You clearly married a reasonable woman, if you want to reason, go hand reason

with her, why run here to reason with me?" Belinda was always hot-tempered.

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"You..." Algerone Swain, who was never eloquent, was clearly at a disadvantage in this verbal battle.

There was a palpable tension in the air.

As a man, Algerone Swain could hear a hint of jealousy from her words, though it might be a misconception. So he was considering

telling her about his real marital status.

As for Belinda, after calming down, she particularly regretted it. She felt she shouldn't have said those things, which could easily

lead to misunderstandings, as if she was jealous!

"Belinda."

Algerone Swain finally sighed softly, compromising, "Now that Monica has grown up, | think we should be a bit more calm and don't

influence our daughter's view of choosing a spouse, trying to get along as peacefully as possible."

Their daughter was also Belinda's weak spot. Hearing his words, her feelings were complicated. She didn't respond, waiting for him

to continue.

"There's something that | think | need to explain to you." Algerone Swain didn't want to delay any longer at this moment,

regardless of the future, he felt an impulse to confess.

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