Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1484: The Noodles Were Boiled in Vain

"Claire, reality isn't a , not all love lasts forever," Violet patiently advised. "No two people can sustain a lifeton love alone.

Life is about everyday necessities. He's a doctor, destined to dedicate his tto his patients. He can't give you the

companionship you desire."

"He protects all of humanity, and | will protect him!" Claire declared with a steadfast attitude, a hint of a smile in her tearfilled

eyes. "What's wrong with him being a doctor? Does a doctor not deserve love? | think he's even more deserving of my love!"

To the elder members of the Russell family, Claire seemed bewitched. Love had clouded her mind. Considering her current state, it

was crucial for her to focus on her wellbeing-after all, she'd suffered a concussion and shouldn't overly stress herself. Despite no

longer needing medication, she still needed plenty of rest.

Inside the small, silver-dressed western style house, the dining room was lit. Algerone Swain sat in a white leather chair, eating

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noodles cooked by Belinda. In his heart, a flower of happiness seemed to bloom. Every second gave rise to an illusion.

Belinda sat on a sofa not far away, legs crossed and arms folded around her chest, watching him without blinking. She couldn't

help but recall her daughter's words from the previous night-that Algerone hadn't stayed married for long after his second

marriage. Thinking of this fact, Belinda's heart was filled with mixed feelings... She had misunderstood him for so many years.

Recalling the past, Algerone had always tried to get closer to her and their daughter. Yet, because of his second marriage, she

didn't even let him call their daughter, treating him like an enemy. Reflecting on the past, Belinda felt a sense of regret, which led

to her preparing noodles for him today.

"Mmm, delicious!" Algerone could feel her gaze. Breaking the awkward silence, he ate his noodles, occasionally raising his eyes to

meet hers and jokingly remarked, "I never thought I'd have the chance to eat noodles cooked by you."

They didn't have this kind of treatment when they were together.

"Why so much talk? Hurry up and eat. Once done, leave!" Belinda was always like this, sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. Algerone

stopped talking and focused on his noodles.

Silence returned to the living room... Belinda started to wonder. He had cto see her with a bouquet of flowers. Was he

planning to confess his marital status? She looked at the roses on the coffee table, falling into thought. If so, what was his purpose?

Did he want to reconcile?

The truth was, Algerone had just seen another man escorting Belinda hand even put a coat on her. At that moment, he

realized the reality-he couldn't go back... Now, he chose to swallow all the words he wanted to say.

After finishing his noodles and even drinking all the soup-definitely the most delicious noodles he'd ever had-he wiped his mouth

with a napkin, stood up, and said, "I should leave now. Don't worry. | won't cto bother you again or cause you any trouble.

About today, you can explain things to that gentleman."

Having said that, he left without looking back. Belinda stood up. Before she could say anything to stop him, he was already in his

car, driving away quickly.

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Her chest heaved tically. "What's wrong with him?! Just cover for a bowl! of noodles?! Shameless!" Belinda sat back

down on the sofa, her mood souring. The noodles were indeed boiled in vain!

Her gaze fell on the coat hanging on the coat rack-it belonged to Jack Adams. Belinda was in a bad mood. An old classmate she

hadn't seen for hundreds of years, and the one tthey met, this happened!

At this time, Tristan and Monica took Eason out for lunch, then spent half an hour helping him catch dolls, because Monica said it

could improve Eason's hand-eye coordination.

Of course, Eason didn't catch any, but he had fun. Tristan let Monica try a few times, but she caught nothing, which was quite

embarrassing.

Feeling dispirited, she complained, "We're really two clumsy people."

Tristan, who was originally planning to send Eason back to the hospital, saw her disappointment and quickly inserted a few more

coins. "Monica, go push a shopping cart over here."

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