Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1390: The Long-Lost Familiarity

Chapter 1390: The Long-Lost Familiarity

After getting out of the car, Belinda looked around. The area wastranquil and located in a good neighborhood. The villa was undoubtedlyvaluable, and it seemed that Algerone Swain had accumulated quite afortune over the years. He must be living a comfortable life.

Belinda would have felt relieved, but the thought of that womandiminished her happiness a bit. That woman must not have sufferedwhile with him. Watching his retreating figure, Belinda felt aninexplicable sense of loss and followed him in silence, unsure why shehad come.

Algerone Swain pressed his fingerprint on the door handle. "Welcomehome," a pleasant electronic female voice greeted them as the dooropened. He walked in with his suitcase, "The password is Monica'sbirthday. You can either enter your fingerprint or use the password.” Hegave her the choice, afraid she might not be willing.

However, this detail only heightened Belinda's sensitivity. “Is this housefor her?" she asked, filled with disapproval.

"No, no, don't get so worked up!" the man denied, putting down thesuitcase and looking back. "She's like you in character, raised by you.How could she possibly accept my gift?"

Belinda fell silent, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his words.

The man continued, "I did think about giving it to her, but sheconsidered your feelings and ultimately didn't agree to accept it."

"..." Belinda found it difficult to express her emotions.

Algerone Swain turned around, swearing, "She hasn't even been here.Now, take a rest. I'll go pick her up." With that, he strode out.

Belinda stepped aside and didn't stop him. They couldn't stay in thehotel any longer, and she couldn't let her daughter sleep on the streets.Hearing the sound of the car engine, she watched as the car droveaway.

Belinda looked around the villa with a calm mindset. The minimalist,elegant, and tidy décor was pleasing to the eye. She picked up hersuitcase and walked towards the stairs.

The wooden spiral staircase was exquisite and spotless. The railing feltsmooth, as if someone had always been living there. But according tohim, this place had been vacant.

Did he have someone clean it beforehand? If so, today's events werepremeditated. Belinda didn't think too much about it and took hersuitcase upstairs.

All the bedroom doors were open, and the windows were open too,allowing for excellent ventilation and natural light. But what truly stirredher thoughts was the familiar feeling the décor gave her.

The colors were muted, her favorite style, but definitely not AlgeroneSwain's preference. In their youth, they had many disagreements overhome decoration.

Belinda had the illusion that this villa was decorated according to heryouthful tastes, not knowing if it was unintentional or deliberate onAlgerone Swain's part. How could he possibly pay attention to suchdetails? He was already a married man.

The thought of his marriage brought her inexplicable sadness. Standingin the room without any traces of human presence, she sighed softly.Time had passed so quickly, and winter was approaching once more.Meanwhile, Monica had gotten out of the taxi. She stood alone at theentrance of the villa complex, looking at the clean, winding asphalt roadand the peaceful surroundings. Her face showed no smile ordisappointment. As a breeze blew by, she squinted her eyes, lost inthought.

The taxi had already driven away.

She walked alone on the asphalt road, suddenly hearing the sound of acar approaching. She looked up and saw her father's car comingaround the corner. She stopped walking.

Algerone Swain stopped the car beside his daughter. "Monica, get in,"he said, poking his head out. The girl opened the passenger door andgot in, remarking, "Dad, did my mom really come with you?" She stillcouldn't believe it without seeing it for herself.

With a smile on his lips, Algerone Swain started the car and looked athis daughter. "What do you think? Can your dad's efficiency get fullmarks?"