Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1369: For His Daughter, Swain'S Dad Takes The Initiative

Chapter 1369: For His Daughter, Swain's Dad Takes the Initiative

Under the night sky, the dazzling city lights shone as the departing Maybach car moved at a moderate pace. Tristan sat in the spacious driver's seat, his face illuminated by a soft light that made him even more captivating. A song played in the car, its lyrics particularly fitting and calming. Somehow, Monica had entered Tristan's heart, replacing Claire's position.

The car window rolled down, and the vehicle moved at a leisurely pace, allowing the cool breeze to blow in. Tristan's smile was incredibly gentle, and he suddenly enjoyed the present situation, liking the slower pace of this relationship. Taking things slow wasn't impulsive; it was sincere, full of ritual, and particularly thoughtful. It also allowed them to better understand their own hearts.

That night, in a luxurious and tidy suite at a hotel, Belinda's daughter locked the door, leaving her mother outside. The mother-daughter relationship had reached an impasse. Belinda's mood wasn't great either she opened the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine, and sat on the sofa. Her thoughts involuntarily went back twenty years, as she breathed in the same air as him in this city. Memories of her time with Algerone Swain surfaced, causing the strong woman's eyes to moisten. Those beautiful moments were buried deep in her heart, but she dared not reminisce.

Belinda's stubbornness about her daughter's issue was because she was angry with Algerone Swain, and she was angry because she cared. On the same night, at the Swain family villa, the house was brightly lit but seemed somewhat desolate. Algerone Swain stood alone on the balcony, his tall figure backlit, a lit cigarette between his fingers. With one hand on the railing and the cool evening breeze unable to dispel his worry and anxiety, he took a deep drag of his cigarette. No one knew what he was thinking.

But for the sake of his daughter's happiness, his relationship with Belinda couldn't continue like this. Life was short, and it was time for reconciliation. That night, the once-loving couple had a sleepless night, both thinking of each other.

The next morning, the hotel doorbell rang. Belinda, who had risen early since she couldn't sleep, went to the door, thinking it was the cleaning lady. As she opened the door, preparing to say there was no need for cleaning, she saw Algerone Swain, dressed in a suit and holding a large bouquet of roses. Belinda's eyes widened in shock, as they hadn't seen each other in nearly twenty years.

He had clearly aged, with white hair at his temples and traces of time etched on his face. In Algerone Swain's eyes, his ex-wife was still as beautiful as ever, whether in figure or clothing. As their eyes met, Belinda felt a soft ache in her heart. Algerone Swain looked at her with a gentle expression.

The grievances suffered by a single mother all these years came flooding back, causing her to quickly react and try to close the door. Algerone Swain, however, quickly raised his hand to stop it, their powers quite different. The two remained in a standoff.

Despite Belinda's attempt to block the door with her entire body, she didn't want to see him-or rather, she wasn't prepared to see him that day. Since Algerone Swain had come, he couldn't just leave, and ultimately, he pushed his way in. Fearing that Belinda would be knocked down, he gallantly grabbed her hand as he entered, pulling her to the side so she wouldn't be hit by the door.

Belinda compromised, withdrawing her hand and turning around with her arms crossed, refusing to look at him directly. After so many years, she was still angry. Algerone Swain sighed softly, closing the door behind him.

Holding the bouquet of roses, he approached her with a sincere gaze that Belinda deliberately avoided. "I remember your favorite flowers are roses," Algerone Swain said, looking at the flowers in his arms, a faint smile on his lips. "I didn't buy these from a flower shop. I went to the Fritz family's garden early in the morning and cut them for you myself." He had chosen that garden because it had rare and precious varieties, and their fragrance was particularly rich.