Chapter 1390: The Long-Lost Familiarity

After getting out of the car, Belinda looked around. The area was tranquil and located in a good neighborhood. The villa was undoubtedly valuable, and it seemed that Algerone Swain had accumulated quite a fortune over the years. He must be living a comfortable life. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Belinda would have felt relieved, but the thought of that woman diminished her happiness a bit. That woman must not have suffered while with him. Watching his retreating figure, Belinda felt an inexplicable sense of loss and followed him in silence, unsure why she had come.

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

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

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

silent, feeling somewhat

did think about giving it to her, but she considered your feelings and

it difficult

here. Now, take

him. They couldn't stay in the hotel any longer, and she couldn't let her daughter sleep on the streets. Hearing the

mindset. The minimalist, elegant, and tidy décor was pleasing to the eye. She picked up her

spotless. The railing felt smooth, as if someone had

were premeditated. Belinda didn't think too much

windows were open too, allowing for excellent ventilation and natural light. But what truly

style, but definitely not Algerone Swain's preference. In

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