Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1510: Algerone Meets a Strong Rival

On the hill filled with ambiance, the lights were warm and yellow. When the song ended, Tristan couldn't help but pull Monica into his arms again, holding her as if he were holding the entire world.

“If you're willing, I'll protect you for a lifetime, be the father of your child." He ran his fingers through her long hair, whispering in her ear. The girl blushed, the smile on her lips deepened. She dared not look into his eyes or respond, but it seemed like a flower bloomed in her heart.

Monica gently gripped the suit around his waist and carefully tiptoed up, moving her lips to his ear to whisper, "My mom made a lot of dumplings this afternoon, do you want to go home with me and have some?" This was another detail filled with warmth. Tristan didn't have a mother. He had never enjoyed motherly love, nor had he ever eaten dumplings made by a mother.

Touched, Tristan's smile deepened. He held her shoulders, gazing into her eyes, and planted a passionate kiss on her forehead.

The venue erupted in applause once again!

At this point, Green brought over a bouquet of lilies. Tristan took the flowers and gave them to Monica, who smiled sweetly, “Thank you." "Monica, Tristan, be happy forever!" Green was very happy.

Monica was moved. She smiled at the children around her. The children jumped excitedly, and the applause didn't stop.

Thinking of the many dumplings her mother had made, she looked for Mr. Adams in the crowd. He must be here too, right?

Sure enough, she soon saw him standing not far away.

black trench coat, watched her

had

the details of the evening, moved by Tristan. In her heart,

Swain saw the children, his eyes

he finally saw him “hiding’

grace and politeness that hit him made him feel like he had

admit that Jack Adams had

towards Jack

illusion of a father treating his daughter and felt

him and the children to come home for dumplings, and he

called Belinda, "Belinda, we ran into Mr. Adams and the children from the welfare home at the leisure square. You made a lot of dumplings, right? Cook more, we'll

Jack Adams?

Belinda didn't want him to come over. After all, what happened last time seemed to upset

a special case. They were there for

So, Belinda agreed.

Let's take Mr. Adams to eat