Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1369: For His Daughter, Swain'S Dad Takes The Initiative

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

Under the night sky, the dazzling city lights shone as the departingMaybach car moved at a moderate pace. Tristan sat in the spaciousdriver's seat, his face illuminated by a soft light that made him evenmore captivating. A song played in the car, its lyrics particularly fittingand calming. Somehow, Monica had entered Tristan's heart, replacingClaire'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 incrediblygentle, and he suddenly enjoyed the present situation, liking the slowerpace of this relationship. Taking things slow wasn't impulsive; it wassincere, full of ritual, and particularly thoughtful. It also allowed them tobetter understand their own hearts.

That night, in a luxurious and tidy suite at a hotel, Belinda's daughterlocked the door, leaving her mother outside. The mother-daughterrelationship had reached an impasse. Belinda's mood wasn't greateither; she opened the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine, and saton the sofa. Her thoughts involuntarily went back twenty years, as shebreathed in the same air as him in this city. Memories of her time withAlgerone Swain surfaced, causing the strong woman's eyes to moisten.Those beautiful moments were buried deep in her heart, but she darednot reminisce.

Belinda's stubbornness about her daughter's issue was because shewas angry with Algerone Swain, and she was angry because shecared. On the same night, at the Swain family villa, the house wasbrightly lit but seemed somewhat desolate. Algerone Swain stood aloneon the balcony, his tall figure backlit, a lit cigarette between his fingers.With one hand on the railing and the cool evening breeze unable todispel his worry and anxiety, he took a deep drag of his cigarette. Noone knew what he was thinking.

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

The next morning, the hotel doorbell rang. Belinda, who had risen earlysince she couldn't sleep, went to the door, thinking it was the cleaninglady. As she opened the door, preparing to say there was no need forcleaning, she saw Algerone Swain, dressed in a suit and holding alarge bouquet of roses. Belinda's eyes widened in shock, as they hadn'tseen each other in nearly twenty years.

He had clearly aged, with white hair at his temples and traces of timeetched on his face. In Algerone Swain's eyes, his ex-wife was still asbeautiful as ever, whether in figure or clothing. As their eyes met,Belinda felt a soft ache in her heart. Algerone Swain looked at her witha gentle expression.

The grievances suffered by a single mother all these years cameflooding back, causing her to quickly react and try to close the door.Algerone Swain, however, quickly raised his hand to stop it, theirpowers quite different. The two remained in a standoff.

Despite Belinda's attempt to block the door with her entire body, shedidn't want to see him-or rather, she wasn't prepared to see him thatday. Since Algerone Swain had come, he couldn't just leave, andultimately, he pushed his way in. Fearing that Belinda would beknocked down, he gallantly grabbed her hand as he entered, pullingher to the side so she wouldn't be hit by the door.

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

Holding the bouquet of roses, he approached her with a sincere gazethat Belinda deliberately avoided. "I remember your favorite flowers areroses," Algerone Swain said, looking at the flowers in his arms, a faintsmile on his lips. "I didn't buy these from a flower shop. I went to theFritz 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.