Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1642 Merry Christmas

Monica turned to look at him. She saw only tenderness in his eyes, always giving her a sense of security.

"Okay, let's hook our pinkies!" She tilted her head and stretched out her finger to him.

Around them were couples leaving.

Amidst the relatively noisy crowd, Tristan's heart and eyes were only on her. He stood in front of her and cooperatively stretched

out his finger to hook hers.

As the dignified leader of the Clarke Group, Tristan didn't feel hooking pinkies was childish at all. On the contrary, he was very

willing to play with her.

"Hooked pinkies, hooked for a hundred years, not allowed to change!"

"Okay, okay, won't change."

After hooking pinkies, Tristan put his arm around her shoulders, "Let's go." Then he took her out with him, "There are still more

than twenty minutes until the new year. I'll take you somewhere."

"Okay!"

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As long as she was with him, she was very willing, without needing to ask where.

In Monica's eyes, even just walking down the street hand in hand with Tristan was the ultimate romance. She was very willing to go

and enjoy it.

Tristan drove for fifteen minutes and took her to a nature park.

As soon as the car stopped steadily, he anxiously told her, "Hurry up and get out of the car."

"Oh." Monica quickly unfastened her seatbelt.

After getting out of the car, Tristan immediately took her hand and ran forward, obviously in a hurry.

Monica had never been here before. Under the warm yellow light of the street lamps, as the two ran, she saw a hill in the near

distance.

Sure enough, Tristan took her up the stairs up the hill.

She still didn't ask anything, and tried her best to follow him uphill.

"Be careful, don't miss a step." Tristan glanced at his watch, being considerate of her.

The two soon reached the top of the mountain. Standing on flat ground and looking down, there was a feeling of sudden

enlightenment, after all the mountain was of considerable height.

The park was huge, as if you could see the not-so-distant emerald waters.

The two still held hands tightly, panting, smiling and gazing at each other.

"Boom!"

At the sound, the two turned their heads. Not far away, a purple firework burst open in the sky, its dazzling brilliance lighting up

the entire night sky.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Beautiful fireworks blossomed one after another, colorful, varied shapes, a visual feast that shocked the heart.

The Christmas bell had rung!

"Merry Christmas, Monica," Tristan gently squeezed her shoulder. "| wish you a smooth year ahead."

"Thank you." Monica looked up at him, a touch of charm flashing in her beautiful eyes. "Merry Christmas!"

Tristan smiled gently, his handsface instantly outshining the fireworks.

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He gently brushed aside the strand of hair that had drifted onto her cheek, growing more and more obsessed with her, unable to

help but gently kiss those soft pink lips.

The fireworks dispersed, and the dazzling light shone on her face and his...

At the turn of the bell, in the townhouse of the villa area.

The living room lights were still on.

Algerone was still sitting on the sofa, holding Belinda's hand, not willing to let go for a second.

They also heard the sound of fireworks, but still looked at each other.

The clock on the wall had passed the turn of time.

"Merry Christmas, Belinda." Algerone smiled and sincerely wished her well, also taking out a gift from his pocket and handing it to

her, a gift wrapped in an envelope.

"For me?" Belinda looked at the gift in surprise.

"Yes, just a little token, | hope you can accept it." Without waiting for her to refuse or take it, he directly stuffed the gift into her

hand.

As soon as Belinda touched the gift, she realized something was wrong. It didn't seem to be a letter inside.

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