Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1655

Chapter 1655 - Mother and Daughter Gossiping

In the room, the young couple was discussing and planning for their bright future ahead.

Downstairs, Belinda paced by the window, thinking to herself -

Did Algerone and | manage to leave earlier without them noticing?

She didn't know why, but she hoped her daughter wouldn't find out about the progress in her love life for now. She felt it was her

own business and that her current feelings were best kept that way.

Soon, she heard footsteps coming from behind.

Belinda turned around to see Tristan with his arm around Monica's shoulders coming down the stairs. They appeared at the turn of

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the staircase.

"Mom, we're going over to dad's place. Do you want to cwith us?" Monica had a big smile on her face as she extended the

invitation.

"I think I'll pass," Belinda smiled awkwardly. "I'm meeting up with my girlfriends soon. They'll be here any minute."

Of course she would decline. They had spent the night together after all, so she probably didn't feel an urgent need to see him. It

might even be a little awkward with the kids around.

As Tristan was about to leave with Monica, Belinda couldn't help but grab Monica's arm with a smile. "Um... cwithfor a bit.

| have something to ask you."

Monica and Tristan exchanged glances. Seeing Belinda's gentle smile, Tristan also had a faint smile. "Go on, I'll wait here. Take your

tchatting."

Mothers and daughters had private conversations sometimes. This was normal. Although Tristan would probably find out about

their talk soon anyway.

And so, Belinda pulled Monica into the side room as Tristan sat down on the sofa.

"What is it, Belinda?" Monica felt a little uneasy. "It feels wrong to be whispering behind his back like this."

"Don't underestimate his character," Belinda said assuredly. She looked seriously at her daughter. "Tell me, did you stay over at his

place last night?"

"Yes."

"Then... did you two sleep together?"

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"..." How should she respond to this? Monica met her mother's gaze.

Belinda's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "You didn't lose your first time, did you? Don't you think you're being too casual about

this?"

"Who said | lost it?" Monica hurriedly explained, "Of course | still have it! This is a matter of principle! We just..." She lowered her

voice, "We just slept in the sbed and cuddled all night. Nothing happened."

"A man and woman alone together, how could that be?" Belinda began to grow suspicious. "Does he really have that much self-

control? Could there be sissue with him?" Her tone turned to worry again.

"Look at you!" Monica protested. "If he has self-control you say there's something wrong with him. If not, you say he's trash and

shouldn't be trusted."

"..." Belinda was at a loss for words.

But Monica cut right to the chase, "So how about you and Algerone last night? How was your self-control? How's your body?"

"You..." Belinda's face flushed red in embarrassment. "How did you know?" She had the clear look of a guilty conscience.