"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."

a feeling that her daughter would definitely take a liking

the living room with peace of mind, occasionally glancing at

yard was large and full of vast swaths of roses, all

roses, but the flowers were beautiful and worth admiring. Most importantly, she

super teammate Tristan

didn't know what his situation

Tom Fritz walked beside her, introducing the flowers, "It has a

focused and took a closer

was a mix of orange and brown, with a hint of

of floral

"I want to ask, do you have

Suddenly, he felt that

and the corner of Tom Fritz's lips curved into a gentle

years younger than you, like

problem; it mainly depends on

don't have any age requirements? You can even

"Right."

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