Surprised Wife With Twins

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?"

somewhat

about giving it to her, but she considered your feelings

Belinda found it difficult to express her

around, swearing, "She hasn't even been here. Now, take a rest.

him. They couldn't stay in the hotel any longer, and she couldn't let her daughter sleep on the streets. Hearing the sound of the car engine, she watched as the car drove

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

exquisite and spotless. The railing felt smooth, as if someone had always been living there. But according to him, this

clean it beforehand? If so, today's events were premeditated. Belinda didn't think too much about it and took her suitcase

ventilation and natural light. But

colors were muted, her favorite style, but definitely not Algerone Swain's preference. In their youth, they had many