Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1369

Chapter 1369: For His Daughter, Swain's Dad Takes the Initiative

Under the night sky, the dazzling city lights shone as the departing Maybach car moved at a moderate pace. Tristan sat in the spacious driver's seat, his face illuminated by a soft light that made him even more captivating. A song played in the car, its lyrics particularly fitting and calming. Somehow, Monica had entered Tristan's heart, replacing Claire's position.

The car window rolled down, and the vehicle moved at a leisurely pace, allowing the cool breeze to blow in. Tristan's smile was incredibly gentle, and he suddenly enjoyed the present situation, liking the slower pace of this relationship. Taking things slow wasn't impulsive; it was sincere, full of ritual, and particularly thoughtful. It also allowed them to better understand their own hearts.

That night, in a luxurious and tidy suite at a hotel, Belinda's daughter locked the door, leaving her mother outside. The mother-daughter relationship had reached an impasse. Belinda's mood wasn't great either; she opened the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine, and sat on the sofa. Her thoughts involuntarily went back twenty years, as she breathed in the same air as him in this city. Memories of her time with Algerone Swain surfaced, causing the strong woman's eyes to moisten. Those beautiful moments were buried deep in her heart, but she dared not reminisce.

Belinda's stubbornness about her daughter's issue was because she was angry with Algerone Swain, and she was angry because she cared. On the same night, at the Swain family villa, the house was brightly lit but seemed somewhat desolate. Algerone Swain stood alone on the balcony, his tall figure backlit, a lit cigarette between his fingers. With one hand on the railing and the cool evening breeze unable to dispel his worry and anxiety, he took a deep drag of his cigarette. No one knew what he was thinking.

But for the sake of his daughter's happiness, his relationship with Belinda couldn't continue like this. Life was short, and it was time for reconciliation. That night, the once-loving couple had a sleepless night, both thinking of each other.

Belinda compromised, withdrawing her hand and turning around with her arms crossed, refusing to look at him directly. After so many years, she was still angry. Algerone Swain sighed softly, closing the door behind him.

Holding the bouquet of roses, he approached her with a sincere gaze that Belinda deliberately avoided. "I remember your favorite flowers are roses," Algerone Swain said, looking at the flowers in his arms, a faint smile on his lips. "I didn't buy these from a flower shop. I went to the Fritz family's garden early in the morning and cut them for you myself." He had chosen that garden because it had rare and precious varieties, and their fragrance was particularly rich.