Chapter 1501: Only Love Is The Most Attractive


    Chapter 1501: Only Love is the Most Attractive


    Tristan gazed at the small snowman bathed in warm yellow light, his voice gentle. "The brightness is


    fine, everyone has worked hard. We need to maintain this tomorrow, check everything carefully, we


    cannot afford any mistakes."


    "Alright, rest assured, everything is progressing ording to your n."


    Tristan handed them the design drawings.


    He looked around, reminding, "We also need to hang lights on these trees. We should make good use


    of the romantic atmosphere, so try not to knock the snow off the branches."


    "Alright, Mr. Norwell."


    "Thank you, everyone." Tristan gratefully nced at all the people busily working on the scene, then


    turned and left with peace of mind.


    Choosing this ce for his confession was the result of his long deliberation. This was the most


    suitable location.


    Just as he sat in the driver''s seat, Tristan took out his phone and saw that Jennifer had sent him a


    message on Facebook.


    She had sent him a draft. Tristan was delighted; it was exactly what he wanted-identical to what he had


    purchased in the boutique that day!


    However, this time he had to iy a real diamond, to upgrade its ss and make this headband more


    meaningful.


    Yes, Tristan decided to make a romantic confession tomorrow night.


    He knew Monica would worry about ire to some extent, so he decided to put in some effort to


    reassure her, to let her know that she was special.


    But for Tristan, ire had already be a thing of the past.


    Nighttime.


    Inside Algerone''s idle small western-style building, the heating system was very effective, making the


    indoor environment and the snowy kingdom outside seem like two different worlds.


    Monica had just finished bathing, wearing a nightgown and emanating a sweet fragrance from her


    shower.


    She was humming a song with a joyful mood.


    Standing in front of her bed, she reached out and stroked the tall transparent cylindrical plush doll


    storage box.


    She couldn''t help but recall the moment when Tristan held her hand to grab the doll. The electrifying


    happiness was irreceable by anything else.


    And the five-pointed star headband he bought for her, although it was cheap, it was priceless in her


    eyes.


    So she had treasured it, even feeling reluctant to wear it on her head.


    Perhaps, she was already in love with Tristan.


    This was the feeling of loving someone, a bit fearful of gaining and losing, being cautious, regardless of


    whether she could get him or not.


    Even if he didn''t love her, Monica was willing to drown in this one-way rush of love. Being good friends


    with him was also a kind of happiness.


    But Tristan once saved her without regard for his own safety, maybe... maybe he also liked her?


    In the living room downstairs.


    Belinda stood alone by the window, gazing at the snowy scenery outside under the light of the yard


    The scene of Algerone eating noodles here kept shing in her mind, making her inexplicably


    mncholic and somewhat depressed.


    On the same night, Algerone Swain was in his yard, caring for his carefully nurtured roses, especially


    worried that they would freeze to death.


    But why was he doing this?


    When he remembered the man who drove Belinda home, and how he took off his coat to drape it over


    her, Algerone Swain felt a suffocating difort in his heart.


    As he was struggling with his mncholy, his phone rang.


    Brushing the snow off his hands, Algerone Swain took out his phone from his pocket, nced at the


    caller ID, and answered, "Hello."


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    "Mr. Swain, the person you asked me to investigate has been located. His name is Jack Adams."


    Algerone Swain listened attentively as the other person said-


    "He''s Mr. Adams from a welfare home in the southern suburbs, who has adopted eleven homeless


    children. He is currently single, and had been married a long time ago. More detailed information has


    been sent to your email."


    Single?


    "Alright." Algerone Swain''s mood suddenly worsened, once again feeling that this guy was a formidable


    rival.


    After hanging up the phone, with a stern face, he stepped towards the house.