Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1462: Why Did Algerone Run Off?

Chapter 1462: Why Did Algerone Run Off?

Belinda focused her attention, for the first time witnessing him in such a formal manner, brewing his emotions, as if he was about to pour out his heart. She began to feel a bit of anticipation.

Just as Algerone Swain was about to speak, the ring of a phone shattered the atmosphere and interrupted their thoughts. Belinda immediately snapped back to reality, her face becoming stern once again. Algerone Swain took out his phone to check the incoming call before answering, "Hello."

The call was from his personal assistant. Belinda didn't know what was said, but she saw his brows furrow slightly as he patiently listened to the call. Eventually, he said in a deep voice, "Alright, I'm on my way!"

It seemed as if something major had occurred.

After ending the call, Algerone Swain suppressed the urgency in his heart. He calmly looked at the woman in the room, "Something came up at the company that requires my immediate attention. You can stay here for now, I'll come back for you tomorrow."

Without waiting for her agreement, Algerone Swain immediately stepped towards the door. Belinda watched as he disappeared into the darkness, her heart suddenly felt empty. If he hadn't left, what was he about to tell her?

The perfect atmosphere was ruined by a phone call. Belinda had an illusion that Algerone Swain was about to say something she wanted to hear.

At night, sitting in a car parked by the asphalt road, Monica held a teddy bear cake in her palm, muttering, "Why did they only give us one fork?"

Tristan turned his gaze to her, his deep and gentle eyes landed on her face, but he said nothing.

Monica divided the cake into two, "You eat first? Want a taste?" She offered him the fork and held the cake up to him. She didn't mind sharing a fork with him, nor was she disgusted by his saliva. "You eat." Tristan's gentle voice was like a beam of pure light. He took the fork and picked up a piece of cream, offering it to her lips.

Monica hesitated for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Meeting his gaze, she blushed and opened her mouth. Her heart was racing! Tristan fed her another piece of cream. Her eyes shone with a soft light, a faint smile reflected in his eyes as the car's interior light blurred. Just like that, Tristan fed her a few bites of the cake, giving her the illusion of being in love.

Not until a car passed by them, Monica glanced at it unintentionally, she furrowed her brows, "My dad's car?"

Tristan also turned to look, recognizing the license plate. It was indeed Uncle Swain's car.

"What's going on?" Monica became nervous, "Did they have a fight?" She suddenly lost her appetite, "Tristan, take me home immediately!"

"Okay." He handed her the fork, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, started the car, turned around, and drove towards the small western-style building.

The lights in the living room were still on. As soon as the car stopped, Monica saw a familiar figure at the window through the car window.

"I won't go inside." Tristan didn't even plan to get out of the car, he told her, "If your dad hasn't told your mom about his marital status, you must tell her. It's crucial."

"Okay." Monica nodded, she quickly got out of the car, "Take the rest of the cakes, they're really delicious. I've got this teddy bear, bye!"

She waved at him, closed the car door, and walked towards the living room.

Tristan looked in the direction of the living room, started the car, and drove away.

Seeing her daughter approaching, Belinda concealed all her emotions, becoming as cold and unreadable as before.

Upon entering, Monica felt something was off. She brought the cake to her mother, picked up a piece of cream with the fork, and held it to her lips, "Here, Belinda, you have to try this cake, it's absolutely delicious!"

Belinda glanced at her daughter and opened her mouth.

"How is it?" Monica asked with a grin, "Pretty good, right?"

Tasting the cake, Belinda scrutinized her, "Where's your bag? You went all the way to the hospital and didn't bring it back?" Her gaze seemed intent on seeing through her.