Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1541: Witnessing Happiness

Chapter 1541: Witnessing Happiness

Algerone Swain fiddled around in the fuse box for a bit and quickly found the cause. He then said to her in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, it's easy to fix once you know the problem."

"Uh-huh," Belinda thought to herself, "Thank goodness he's here tonight. Otherwise... I would certainly have been scared sick."

She was the type of person who had to sleep with the lights on, which significantly affected her sleep quality.

Tonight, Algerone was like a hero.

About a minute later, click, the whole house was brightly lit.

Success!

Belinda finally breathed a sigh of relief. The tension in her body dissipated, and she felt like she had recovered from a serious illness. At the same time, she was amazed, "You even know how to fix this?" As Belinda let go of him, she noticed he was looking at her, his gaze unwavering.

He didn't answer her question, simply staring at her with a serious expression. She wasn't sure what he was thinking.

"Um..." The woman felt a little awkward, "Thank you."

"No need for thanks." Algerone Swain quickly closed the cable box, and when he looked at her again, he noticed she still seemed a bit worried, her apprehension clear to him.

He said, "It's okay. I can stay with you a little longer. If you're worried about the unstable voltage, I can wait with you for Monica to come back."

Their gazes met.

Belinda looked into his deep, dark eyes, at his mature and sincere face, and felt an indescribable emotion swelling within her, a hint of sorrow present as well.

However, she quickly composed herself and said, "I'll check if the water is still heating." With that, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

Algerone Swain also averted his gaze, sighing softly to himself as he sat down on the living room couch. The woman was busy in the kitchen. Time ticked away, the quietness around them palpable.

Not only were their children helping them, it seemed even fate was lending a hand... So, he had to seize the time tonight.

He remembered her fragile and clingy demeanor, as though her warmth still lingered on him.

The night was tranquil.

With the New Year approaching, the evening at the leisure plaza was like a light show, and the musical fountain danced all day long.

The temperature had dropped again in the evening. The snow that had fallen yesterday hadn't had time to melt, and now more snowflakes were fluttering from the sky, delicate as catkins.

Tristan, arm around Monica's shoulder, was accompanying her on a walk along the cobblestone path in the square. Every so often, there would be a pavilion, and sometimes they would see young couples sitting there, snuggling and chatting.

"Do you see that over there? Isn't someone proposing?" Monica pointed towards a small hill where a crowd of young people had gathered, occasionally erupting in applause and cheers.

"Let's go take a look." Tristan led her toward the scene.

The spot was exactly where Tristan had confessed his feelings to Monica, and the snow lamps were still there, the string lights on the wax plum tree still twinkling warmly. "Darling, will you marry me?!"

From a not too close distance, they heard the voice of the protagonist through the microphone. As they approached, they saw him on one knee in front of the girl.

"Marry him, marry him, marry him!!!" The crowd cheered, clapping in rhythm.

Tristan and Monica stood amongst the crowd, witnessing the happiness of others just as others had witnessed theirs not long ago.

The girl, in her white wedding dress and wearing a crown, looked like a princess. She covered her mouth, exclaiming, "I will," tears of happiness streaming down her face. Everyone watched as the man slid the ring onto her finger, then stood and held her tightly, as if he were holding his entire world.

Rapturous applause broke out all around!

Tristan and Monica, smiles of blessing on their faces, clapped and wished the couple well, sincerely hoping their love would last forever.