Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1510: Algerone Meets A Strong Rival

Chapter 1510: Algerone Meets a Strong Rival

On the hill filled with ambiance, the lights were warm and yellow. When the song ended, Tristan couldn't help but pull Monica into his arms again, holding her as if he were holding the entire world.

"If you're willing, I'll protect you for a lifetime, be the father of your child." He ran his fingers through her long hair, whispering in her ear.

The girl blushed, the smile on her lips deepened. She dared not look into his eyes or respond, but it seemed like a flower bloomed in her heart.

Monica gently gripped the suit around his waist and carefully tiptoed up, moving her lips to his ear to whisper, "My mom made a lot of dumplings this afternoon, do you want to go home with me and have some?"

This was another detail filled with warmth. Tristan didn't have a mother. He had never enjoyed motherly love, nor had he ever eaten dumplings made by a mother.

Touched, Tristan's smile deepened. He held her shoulders, gazing into her eyes, and planted a passionate kiss on her forehead.

The venue erupted in applause once again!

At this point, Green brought over a bouquet of lilies. Tristan took the flowers and gave them to Monica, who smiled sweetly, "Thank you."

"Monica, Tristan, be happy forever!" Green was very happy.

Monica was moved. She smiled at the children around her. The children jumped excitedly, and the applause didn't stop. Thinking of the many dumplings her mother had made, she looked for Mr. Adams in the crowd. He must be here too, right?

Sure enough, she soon saw him standing not far away.

Jack Adams, wearing a long black trench coat, watched her kindly, his eyes also filled with blessing.

At this time, Belinda had already left. She had to get home before Tristan to prepare the dumplings.

She was moved by the details of the evening, moved by Tristan. In her heart, she had accepted this young man.

When Algerone Swain saw the children, his eyes were always looking for Jack Adams.

After searching several times, he finally saw him 'hiding' behind a wax plum tree.

Algerone Swain was slightly startled. The grace and politeness that hit him made him feel like he had met a strong rival.

Algerone had to admit that Jack Adams had personal charm!

Soon, he saw his daughter walking arm in arm with Tristan towards Jack Adams. He didn't know what they were talking about, but they looked happy.

Algerone Swain saw the illusion of a father treating his daughter and felt very uncomfortable.

Monica invited him and the children to come home for dumplings, and he agreed.

So, Monica called Belinda, "Belinda, we ran into Mr. Adams and the children from the welfare home at the leisure square. You made a lot of dumplings, right? Cook more, we'll be back soon."

Jack Adams?

Honestly, Belinda didn't want him to come over. After all, what happened last time seemed to upset Algerone, and she felt awkward about it.

But today was a special case. They were there for their daughter.

So, Belinda agreed.

"Let's go, kids! Let's take Mr. Adams to eat dumplings! My mom made them!" Monica was very happy.

"Monica looks so beautiful today!"

"The hairband on her head is also beautiful!"

"Just like a princess!"

She happily patted the children's heads, "Each of you is sweeter than the other!"

Before leaving, she thanked everyone who had witnessed their happy moment and waved goodbye to everyone. Monica's smile was particularly infectious, and her approachable demeanor made everyone like her very much. "Miss, you must be happy!"

"Hold the proposal ceremony here too! Let us witness it together!"

"Yes, yes, we will help you witness it!!"

"I love you, and you can confirm it to me over and over again, without getting tired."

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