Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1548 They Were Caught By The Children

Chapter 1548 They were caught by the children

After going upstairs, Mya and Finnley Russell entered the bedroom.

He took out a small box from his pocket, opened it and took out the necklace inside, then put it directly on her, "This is a necklace from our company that I designed, one of a kind in the world. Pregnancy is tiring, I hope you like it."

"Thank you darling." Mya smiled happily, "You've given me enough gifts already, don't spend so much."

"When are we going to see Dad?"

Mya asked, "Do you have time the day after tomorrow?"

"Definitely."

Finnley Russell cupped her face and kissed her forehead, then went down on one knee, gently pressing his ear against her protruding belly, "Has baby been good today? Did you kick Mommy?" "He's been so good today, waiting for Daddy to come home the whole time." Mya's smile radiated with maternal brilliance.

As the night grew late.

After taking care of Rowan Watson and Claire, Tristan drove Monica home.

By now it was almost half past ten. As he drove, he racked his brain for excuses to give Belinda later.

Tristan held the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand reached over to interlock fingers with Monica. "Monica, come to my place early tomorrow morning," Tristan said to her. "Come have breakfast at my place."

"Okay."

After a while, Monica turned and asked him, "Will the Russells replace you there?"

"Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow morning. So it'll be better if you're there too for Dr. Watson to explain." Tristan was even imagining what the situation would be like tomorrow. "Don't worry, I'll come over early," Monica was a very clever girl. "I'll just say I kept Claire company for the night."

That was what Tristan meant as well.

Unknowingly, the car had arrived at the villa complex. Monica inadvertently saw the familiar vehicle parked in the yard not far away, and she was shocked. "My dad is still here??" Tristan also looked in that direction, and indeed saw Algerone's car.

They were both a bit surprised.

So Tristan pulled over and stopped the car. From his angle, he could see the two people sitting on the sofa in the living room of the townhouse.

Algerone Swain and Belinda were chatting over tea, the atmosphere seemed quite peaceful. Under the lamplight, they could see the coziness inside.

Monica just watched like that, needless to say she was overjoyed, her expression had clearly changed. She was excited, smiling as she gently gazed at the once married couple through the window...

"My dad and my mom... can actually spend so much time alone together, it's simply a miracle!" She couldn't help it and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tristan was also very moved. He squeezed her hand and when he turned to look at her, she also withdrew her gaze back to him. The girl's smile was bright as the moon, dazzling Tristan's eyes.

His smile was gentle, "Everything will get better and better, let's work hard together."

At that moment, in the well-lit living room of the townhouse.

Algerone Swain talked to Belinda with a smile about the development history of his company over the years, "It's been a bumpy road, growing little by little, still not feeling grown up yet, and in a flash I already have white hair." He was also a little sentimental.

They drank cup after cup of tea, and Belinda was also very interested in what he had to say, like an old friend.

They didn't talk about feelings, only work, so even with just the two of them it wasn't too awkward.

But Algerone Swain inadvertently glanced over, and he saw Tristan's parked car not far away. His heart gave a little lurch. When did they come back?

Seeing him zoning out, Belinda followed his gaze and also saw Tristan's car. She was slightly startled as well, and the smile disappeared from her face.

"It's getting late." Algerone Swain returned to his senses. He put down his cup and stood up, "I should get going first." He smiled at her, then quickly strode towards the living room door.

Belinda also stood up, without even a chance to say goodbye as she watched his figure disappear from the living room doorway. Her heart suddenly felt empty.