NovelStartChapter 1501: Only Love is the Most Attractive
Tristan gazed at the small snowman bathed in warm yellow light, his voice gentle. "The brightness is fine, everyone has worked
hard. We need to maintain this tomorrow, check everything carefully, we cannot afford any mistakes."
"Alright, rest assured, everything is progressing according to your plan."
Tristan handed them the design drawings.
He looked around, reminding, "We also need to hang lights on these trees. We should make good use of the romantic atmosphere,
so try not to knock the snow off the branches."
"Alright, Mr. Norwell."
"Thank you, everyone." Tristan gratefully glanced at all the people busily working on the scene, then turned and left with peace of
mind.
Choosing this place for his confession was the result of his long deliberation. This was the most suitable location.
Just as he sat in the driver's seat, Tristan took out his phone and saw that Jennifer had sent him a message on Facebook.
She had sent him a draft. Tristan was delighted; it was exactly what he wanted-identical to what he had purchased in the boutique
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However, this the had to inlay a real diamond, to upgrade its class and make this headband more meaningful.
Yes, Tristan decided to make a romantic confession tomorrow night.
He knew Monica would worry about Claire to sextent, so he decided to put in seffort to reassure her, to let her know that
she was special.
But for Tristan, Claire had already beca thing of the past.
Nighttime.
Inside Algerone's idle small western-style building, the heating system was very effective, making the indoor environment and the
snowy kingdom outside seem like two different worlds.
Monica had just finished bathing, wearing a nightgown and emanating a sweet fragrance from her shower.
She was humming a song with a joyful mood.
Standing in front of her bed, she reached out and stroked the tall transparent cylindrical plush doll storage box.
She couldn't help but recall the moment when Tristan held her hand to grab the doll. The electrifying happiness was irreplaceable
by anything else.
And the five-pointed star headband he bought for her, although it was cheap, it was priceless in her eyes.
So she had treasured it, even feeling reluctant to wear it on her head.
Perhaps, she was already in love with Tristan.
This was the feeling of loving someone, a bit fearful of gaining and losing, being cautious, regardless of whether she could get him
or not.
Even if he didn't love her, Monica was willing to drown in this one-way rush of love. Being good friends with him was also a kind of
happiness.
But Tristan once saved her without regard for his own safety, maybe... maybe he also liked her?
In the living room downstairs.
Belinda stood alone by the window, gazing at the snowy scenery outside under the light of the yard lamp, not knowing what she
was expecting.
The scene of Algerone eating noodles here kept flashing in her mind, making her inexplicably melancholic and somewhat
depressed.
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On the snight, Algerone Swain was in his yard, caring for his carefully nurtured roses, especially worried that they would
freeze to death.
But why was he doing this?
When he remembered the man who drove Belinda home, and how he took off his coat to drape it over her, Algerone Swain felt a
suffocating discomfort in his heart.
As he was struggling with his melancholy, his phone rang.
Brushing the snow off his hands, Algerone Swain took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and answered,
"Hello."
"Mr. Swain, the person you askedto investigate has been located. His nis Jack Adams."
Algerone Swain listened attentively as the other person said-
"He's Mr. Adams from a welfare hin the southern suburbs, who has adopted eleven homeless children. He is currently single,
and had been married a long tago. More detailed information has been sent to your email."
Single?
"Alright." Algerone Swain's mood suddenly worsened, once again feeling that this guy was a formidable rival.
After hanging up the phone, with a stern face, he stepped towards the house.
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