"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."

Belinda had a feeling that her daughter would definitely take a liking to Tom

the living room with peace of mind, occasionally glancing at the two

vast swaths of

have a particular fondness for roses, but the flowers were beautiful and worth admiring. Most

Tristan still hadn't

didn't know what his situation

Fritz walked beside her, introducing

and took a closer look,

orange and brown, with a hint of shimmering gold;

of floral fragrances

Fritz?" Monica turned her eyes, "I want to ask, do

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

the corner of Tom Fritz's lips curved

younger than you,

problem; it mainly depends on the feeling,” he replied like

you really don't have any age requirements? You can even accept someone

"Right."

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