Chapter 1652: Happy New Year


    Chapter 1652: Happy New Year


    Inside the small Western-style buildings of the viplex, in the spacious and cozy master bedroom


    upstairs, Belinda and Algerone woke up almost simultaneously on the softrge bed.


    Just as they opened their eyes, their gazes met each other''s, with a remarkable understanding, and


    their eyes casually collided.


    "Happy New Year."


    They both spoke almost at the same time, and then couldn''t help but let their lips curl up.


    Old Mu extended his arm and gently lifted Belinda''s shoulder. She leaned against him, turning her body


    to snuggle up to him.


    Listening to each other''s familiar heartbeats, they both felt as if they had traveled through time.


    After being separated for twenty years, this was the first time they shared a bed and were so close to


    each other. The feeling of putting an end to regrets made them feel a warmth akin to newlyweds.


    They made a decision to spend every day together in the future and cherished every second of their


    current togetherness.


    "Belinda, what would you like for breakfast today?" Algerone asked softly, "I''ll prepare it for you when I


    get up."


    Belinda propped herself up, "I''ll go and cook dumplings for you. I made them myself before, and they''re


    still in the fridge." She said as she lifted the covers and got out of bed.


    At that moment, Algerone had a smile on his face. He didn''t stop her because he felt like the happiest


    man in the world, immersed in a sense of enjoyment.


    In another vi at the same early morning...


    Monica stretched her hands out from under the covers, yawned, and then the scene froze for five


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    seconds.


    She reached out her hands to pat around, up and down, but didn''t touch anyone. Where was Tristan?


    She lifted the covers, revealing her head, looked left and right, but didn''t see Tristan''s figure.


    Did he wake up so early?


    When did he get up?


    Why didn''t she feel anything?


    Was he sleeping too soundly?


    Monica murmured in her heart as she got up and put on her slippers, walking out of the bedroom.


    The vi was really big, and the decoration was unique, reflecting the taste of the owner. Monica


    walked lightly and came to the study, feeling somewhat familiar this time.


    The study door was open, just likest night. She cautiously stuck her head out, but found it empty


    inside.


    There was a small disappointment in her expectant heart.


    Looking at the chair where he satst night, remembering how he pulled her closer and she sat on his


    She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze to look at his shirt on her body, closed her eyes shyly, took a


    deep breath, covered her pounding heart, and continued walking lightly through the entire second floor.


    Still, she didn''t see his figure. Could he be downstairs?


    Holding onto the railing, she made her way downstairs step by step and heard some noiseing from


    the kitchen.


    When Monica arrived at the kitchen door, she immediately saw a slender figure bustling about inside,


    standing against the backlight, giving Tristan a hazy feeling.


    On the table behind him were several tters with freshly prepared food.


    The aroma wafting in the air was especially enticing.


    He woke up so early and was actually making breakfast!


    Monica, like a kitten, quietly stepped into the kitchen, approaching him unnoticed. She reached out her


    hand and circled her arm around his waist.


    But Tristan didn''t feel surprised at all, his lips curved slightly, "Up already? Happy New Year, Monica."


    "Why are you so calm?" The girl let go of her hand and stood beside him, looking up at him, "Didn''t I


    startle you?"


    "It''s just you and me in this vi, so who else could it be besides you?" His voice carried a hint of


    Monica smiled, tiptoed, and nted a kiss on his cheek, "Happy New Year!"