NovelEnglishChapter 1784: A New Beginning
Vividly clear in their minds, having gone through this catastrophe, they both had a new appreciation for the rest of their lives. They
would cherish it doubly and let go of all the barriers in their hearts.
Algerone carefully fed her, piece by piece. Belinda opened her mouth and chewed slowly, a long-lost warmth filling the air.
"The doctor said you can have ssoft food. How is it? Do you still like the taste?" Algerone asked gently.
Belinda set aside her former dominance and persistence, tears in her eyes as she looked at him and nodded.
After a while, she choked up and said, "Algerone..." Her nose tingled, and tears overflowed uncontrollably.
Algerone, desperate, quickly set down the pastry in his hand and reached out to embrace her. "Don't cry, don't cry... it's all over
now... please don't cry," he wanted to cry too.
"Algerone..." Belinda's heart twitched, suddenly in a tearing pain, "Algerone... I'm sorry..." Her youthful insistence and wilfulness
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"Belinda, stop. Stop apologizing." The middle-aged man held her shoulders, gently pushing her away from his embrace, and looked
into her eyes at close range. He said, "Can we turn the page on the past? Take care of yourself and let's look towards the future
together."
"Our future..." Belinda looked at him through tears, "How can we look towards the future?"
"Let's remarry," Algerone said without hesitation, holding her hand again. "When you recover, | will propose to you. Let's start
over."
Their eyes met, both filled with tears, and she did not refuse.
Belinda's heart ached terribly. She couldn't help but reach out again and hug him.
The long-suppressed emotions in both of them awakened and boiled at this moment. Tears in their eyes, they held each other
tightly, their body temperatures intertwining.
Two hours later, Tristan and Monica, who had finished watching a movie, returned to the hospital.
They felt the air was sweet, and even the wind was sweet. The heavy burden on their hearts finally lifted.
This feeling was truly long-lost. Every second of these days had been filled with concern for Ling, their mother.
They feared she wouldn't wake up, feared she would beca vegetable, and feared she would lose her memory if she did wake
up. Now, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Returning to the ward, they saw Algerone had just fed Belinda swarm water. Seeing him take away the cup, the scene was
heartwarming and sweet.
The two young people smiled at each other.
"Monica, Tristan..." Belinda sat leaning against the head of the bed, looking at them hand in hand with a smile, "You've also worked
hard during this time."
"Not at all," Monica let go of Tristan's hand, and approached the bed, "Mom, how are you feeling now? Any discomfort? Does your
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"I'm fine," Belinda smiled contentedly, looking satisfied at Tristan standing by the bed. This man was mature and reliable, worthy of
reliance.
"Auntie, rest assured and recover. You don't need to worry about anything else," Tristan said gently, "I will take care of Monica and
uncle."
"Dad," Monica turned to look at her father, "You should go back and rest first, right? We'll stay with Mom. You look like you've got
dark circles under your eyes."
Belinda also felt sorry, "Yes, you should go back and rest first. Let the children stay withfor a while," she urged him repeatedly.
"Con, con, we're here for her."
Suddenly, Algerone remembered the roses in his yard that also needed watering; it hadn't rained in the past few days.
So, he agreed, "Alright, alright. You take good rest too. Can | cto see you again tomorrow morning?"
"Okay," Belinda nodded and gave him a faint smile.
Monica was happy, her father could rest well, her mother was awake, and she didn't need to worry too much.
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