At night, Monica followed Algerone and Belinda back to the blooming rose-filled vi, which was Algerone’s home. Since returning to Arkpool City, it was the first time he had brought Belinda back as his wife, making her thedy of the house. Monica watched the two of them walk into the living room hand in hand and felt a sense offort. With a smile on her face, she said, “It’s been a busy day, so let’s rest early.”


    “Are you staying here tonight?” Algerone looked at his daughter. “It’s quitete, so don’t have Tristane to pick you up. He might still be busy.”


    Tristan had been called back to the office after dinner.


    Monica nodded with a smile, “Okay, I won’t leave.”


    Algerone then escorted Belinda upstairs. Watching her parents ascend, Monica knew her mission had been aplished. Her greatest wish had been fulfilled, leaving her with no regrets. It was a special day, and she felt particrly happy.


    Her phone chimed with a WeChat notification. Checking it, she saw that Tristan had messaged to inquire about the situation. Monica called him back and quietly reported, “We just got back and are getting ready to rest. What about you? Are you done with work?”Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    “Yes, I just left the office,” Tristan replied. “When do you n to meet Rowan?”


    He was referring to the matter of their formal introduction, something that couldn’t be dyed for too long.


    Monica truthfully told him, “Tomorrow morning. Algerone and Belinda are also going. I agreed.”


    “Take me with you,” Tristan said. “I’d like to meet this soon-to-be father-inw of mine. I need to ask him for his daughter. I can’t have you promised to some prince.”


    “Will tomorrow be too rushed?” Monica expressed some concern. With many people involved, she hadn’t yet figured out how the situation would unfold the next day.


    “How about this? Tomorrow, wait for my notification. In any case, I’ll make sure to bring you before him as soon as possible. However, the condition is that I need to appear before him myself first.”


    “Okay,” Monica replied.


    Tristan respected her choice and understood her feelings. “I won’t pressure you. I just feel that, as a matter of courtesy, I should take the initiative to meet him and assure him to entrust his daughter to me.”


    Listening to him, Monica felt reassured and happy.


    After going upstairs, Monica entered her room, closed the door, and chatted with Tristan before bidding him goodnight.


    An hourter, in the master bedroom of the vi, Algerone emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white bathrobe. Belinda was admiring the night scene outside, where the roses were blooming beautifully under the warm, yellow glow of the streetlights. As she heard his footsteps, she turned to see him and was then embraced by him from behind. Her back lightly pressed against his warm chest.


    “Wife, what are you thinking about?” he whispered in her ear.


    It had been a long time since Belinda had heard this endearment. Suddenly, she felt as if she had returned to her youth, remembering the night of their honeymoon when she had foolishly locked him out. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, realizing how immature and willful she had been in her youth.


    Her edges had softened, and she began to reflect. Gently turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed at him with a smile. “I’m thinking about how I should be a good wife and mother in the days toe.”


    Their gazes met, and Algerone felt content. “Just be yourself. That’s enough.”