NovelEnglishChapter 1652: Happy New Year
Inside the small Western-style buildings of the villa complex, in the spacious and cozy master bedroom upstairs, Belinda and
Algerone woke up almost simultaneously on the soft large bed.
Just as they opened their eyes, their gazes met each other's, with a remarkable understanding, and their eyes casually collided.
"Happy New Year."
They both spoke almost at the stime, and then couldn't help but let their lips curl up.
Old Mu extended his arm and gently lifted Belinda's shoulder. She leaned against him, turning her body to snuggle up to him.
Listening to each other's familiar heartbeats, they both felt as if they had traveled through time.
After being separated for twenty years, this was the first tthey shared a bed and were so close to each other. The feeling of
putting an end to regrets made them feel a warmth akin to newlyweds.
They made a decision to spend every day together in the future and cherished every second of their current togetherness.
"Belinda, what would you like for breakfast today?" Algerone asked softly, "I'll prepare it for you when | get up."
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Belinda propped herself up, "I'll go and cook dumplings for you. | made them myself before, and they're still in the fridge." She said
as she lifted the covers and got out of bed.
At that moment, Algerone had a smile on his face. He didn't stop her because he felt like the happiest man in the world, immersed
in a sense of enjoyment.
In another villa at the searly morning...
Monica stretched her hands out from under the covers, yawned, and then the scene froze for five seconds.
She reached out her hands to pat around, up and down, but didn't touch anyone. Where was Tristan?
She lifted the covers, revealing her head, looked left and right, but didn't see Tristan's figure.
Did he wake up so early?
When did he get up?
Why didn't she feel anything?
Was he sleeping too soundly?
Monica murmured in her heart as she got up and put on her slippers, walking out of the bedroom.
The villa was really big, and the decoration was unique, reflecting the taste of the owner. Monica walked lightly and cto the
study, feeling somewhat familiar this time.
The study door was open, just like last night. She cautiously stuck her head out, but found it empty inside.
There was a small disappointment in her expectant heart.
Looking at the chair where he sat last night, remembering how he pulled her closer and she sat on his lap, their passionate kiss...
She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze to look at his shirt on her body, closed her eyes shyly, took a deep breath, covered her
pounding heart, and continued walking lightly through the entire second floor.
Still, she didn't see his figure. Could he be downstairs?
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Holding onto the railing, she made her way downstairs step by step and heard snoise coming from the kitchen.
When Monica arrived at the kitchen door, she immediately saw a slender figure bustling about inside, standing against the
backlight, giving Tristan a hazy feeling.
On the table behind him were several platters with freshly prepared food.
The aroma wafting in the air was especially enticing.
He woke up so early and was actually making breakfast!
Monica, like a kitten, quietly stepped into the kitchen, approaching him unnoticed. She reached out her hand and circled her arm
around his waist.
But Tristan didn't feel surprised at all, his lips curved slightly, "Up already? Happy New Year, Monica."
"Why are you so calm?" The girl let go of her hand and stood beside him, looking up at him, "Didn't | startle you?"
"It's just you andin this villa, so who else could it be besides you?" His voice carried a hint of laughter.
Monica smiled, tiptoed, and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Happy New Year!"
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