Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1402: A Romantic Morning

Chapter 1402: A Romantic Morning

Arkpool City. Algerone Swain woke up early today. In fact, after Tristanleft last night, he sat on the terrace and thought about his life for a longtime. He also suffered from insomnia. Although he hadn't slept well, heshould have been tired today, but he woke up very early. Moreover, hedid something especially romantic early in the morning. This wassomething he had thought about for a long time last night, and heimmediately put it into action.

In the courtyard of his usual residence, two small trucks were parked.Ten workers carefully unloaded rose seedlings from the trucks, theirroots wrapped in thick soil. A small car slowly drove in, stopping not faraway. The car door opened, and Mrs. Fritz stepped out. Dressedelegantly, she walked towards Algerone Swain. The early winter windbrushed her face, and she wrapped her cloak around herself. Theelegant aura emanating from her bones always accompanied her.Algerone Swain directed the workers behind the trucks, “Be slow, don'tdamage the roots, and don't let the soil fall off. It's okay to take sometime, but the job must be done well." As soon as his words fell, heglanced at Mrs. Fritz. Then he helped with the unloading, as if the roseseedlings were more important than the guests. Mrs. Fritz didn't mindand joined him.

"Good morning,” Algerone Swain looked at her briefly, “I'm sorry formaking you get up so early today.” Holding a rose seedling in hishands, his gaze returned to the workers transplanting the seedlings,"Be careful, and don't let the soil fall off." Mrs. Fritz replied, "It's fine, I'mused to getting up early."

“Thank you for your generosity, you practically moved half of your yardfor this. I hope these little ones can survive," Algerone Swain said withanticipation. Mrs. Fritz, although she liked roses, was the kind of personwho enjoyed helping others. And how could she refuse the requestfrom her best friend's ex-husband?

"Compared to a relationship that can be mended, what does half a yardof roses count for?" The elegant middle-aged woman smiled andlooked at everyone. She too looked forward to the day when thecourtyard would be filled with roses. Many of the seedlings had flowerbuds, and their roots were wrapped in thick soil, indicating a highsurvival rate.

Algerone Swain sighed softly in his heart after hearing her words, "Ihope she will like it." In his view, the fact that his ex-wife Belinda agreedto live in his vacant cottage showed that the barriers in her heart hadlessened. For Monica's sake, and to make up for his own regrets, hewas willing to do what he could.

"Newly planted roses need deep watering. It hasn't snowed yet, and thetemperature is still suitable. With so much soil around the roots, thesurvival rate will be high,” Mrs. Fritz wasn't worried about her rosesdying. "Okay," Algerone Swain expressed his gratitude, "Thank you.""As her best friend, I, of course, want her to be happy,” the womanturned her eyes to him and continued, "My husband and I havediscussed this topic. He also thinks that your remarriage is the bestchoice. Only you can tolerate her temper.” The middle-aged manlooked up at the clouds in the sky, squinting his eyes, "Tolerance comesfrom caring."

Mrs. Fritz looked at his graying temples, as if she saw the traces oftime. The most beautiful years of life were missed... What kind of regretwas that?