"Alright." Tom Fritz gladly agreed.

With a gentle expression, he stepped forward and stood in front of Monica, "Miss Swain, please?" He seemed like a humble gentleman. That darn Tristan!

Wasn't he always punctual?

Why was he late?

Was he even coming?

Monica feared that Tristan might suddenly change his mind, so she wanted to stall for time. She raised the corner of her lips and looked at the man in front of her, “Thank you."

Watching the two young people walk towards the flower bushes, Belinda and Mrs. Fritz felt reassured as they gazed at their backs. "These two make a good match," Mrs. Fritz smiled, looking at Belinda, "Monica is so beautiful, just like you."

Belinda smiled back, "I didn't expect you to still love growing roses so much that you even filled your son's yard with them."

"I have a soft spot for roses,” Mrs. Fritz invited her, "Let's go in and have some tea first. Let the young ones have their own time; they have their own way of communicating."

had a feeling that her daughter would definitely take

living room with peace

of vast swaths of roses, all of which Monica had never seen

particular fondness for roses, but the flowers were beautiful and worth admiring. Most importantly, she needed to stall

super teammate Tristan

didn't know what his

walked beside her, introducing

took a closer look,

orange and brown, with a hint of shimmering gold; moreover, the

of floral fragrances

eyes, "I want to ask, do you have any age requirements for

initiate the matchmaking topic herself. Suddenly, he felt that she was different from others,

of Tom Fritz's lips curved into a gentle arc, “No, I

years younger than you, like

mainly depends on the feeling,” he replied

you really don't have any age requirements? You can even accept someone more than ten years older than

"Right."

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