Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) -
Chapter 1514: Priceless Joy
Chapter 1514: Priceless Joy
Even so, Jack Adams remained gentle and cultured. "Mr. Swain, I believe I've made everything clear. It's getting late, and I need to take the children home. I hope your family will reunite soon." After speaking, Jack Adams gave him a broad smile, then turned and left. This made Algerone Swain feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly, "Tsk!"
Meanwhile, inside the small western-style building.
Tristan stood up and said to Belinda, "Auntie, the dumplings were delicious. Thank you for your hard work today."
Belinda, who had been lost in thought, came back to reality. She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "You're welcome to come and eat anytime. Just give me a call in advance."
"Thank you." Tristan was immensely touched. He glanced at the girl beside him, then said to Belinda, "Auntie, I'd like to take Monica out for a stroll. I'll bring her back before ten. Is that alright?" Tristan was very polite and considerate, aware that relationships need to be handled step by step, and that mothers tend to be worried.
Since they were together, Belinda would certainly not intervene anymore. "Go ahead, be careful on the road. The roads are slippery because of the snow, drive slowly." "Okay."
And so, Tristan left with Monica.
As he started the car, Tristan asked tentatively, "Do you think your father had urgent business at the company?" He was skeptical.
"I don't think so. He probably went to see Mr. Adams. Did you see how jealous he was earlier? He didn't even need vinegar for his dumplings." Monica commented, "He was so sour." Tristan couldn't help but laugh, "I never thought Uncle Swain could be so endearing."
"Men will be boys till they die," she said, shaking her head. "This is the first time I've seen him like this. I hope he can understand his feelings and win my mother over soon."
"From the moment he planted a garden full of roses, I think he has already confronted his feelings. He knows what he wants and understands that life should not leave regrets," Tristan analyzed. "Now, the main concern is your mother. What's going on between her and Mr. Adams? Are they dating?"
"I don't think so," Monica told him everything she knew. "They were high school classmates, so they have a good relationship. After all, friendship between classmates is purest. Mr. Adams may like my mom but hasn't shown much. Anyway, I don't know if he's pursuing her or not."
"Let's help where we can and stop what we should."
"Okay."
Driving forward, Tristan and Monica saw a familiar car passing by!
"Was that... my dad?" Monica quickly leaned towards the car window to look back. "Did I just see my dad? Did I get it wrong?"
"You didn't get it wrong. It was your dad," Tristan confirmed.
He was sure that Algerone had just gone to see Mr. Adams, and now he would be returning to the small western-style building.
This was great! Monica was happy. They had an opportunity to be alone together.
"Don't worry. Give them more time," Tristan said. "I have a feeling everything is gradually getting better."
"Yes," she was very happy. She had gained a lot tonight.
Tristan didn't tell her about the contract he had signed with Algerone and Belinda. He wanted to surprise her later.
Even after they were together, this was the first significant gift he would give Monica.
At this moment, Monica took off the hair band on her head, looked at it carefully in her hand, and asked, "Where did you get this? It seems expensive?" Being a young lady of the Swain family, she had seen and owned many fine things.
"It's custom-made. I hope you like it," he said nonchalantly.
"These are all diamonds," Monica looked at him in astonishment. "It's a big investment, isn't it? And custom-made?" "Do you like it?"
"Of course."
Tristan said, "As long as you like it." The corners of his lips curved into a pleasant arc, "Your liking is priceless."
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