Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1783: Algerone'S Attention To Detail Was Impressive

Chapter 1783: Algerone's Attention to Detail was Impressive

Their eyes met, containing countless emotions, and their hearts were filled with deep emotion.

Tristan, who had given them some private space, had brought Monica to the entrance of the cinema. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Monica was a bit curious, "Are we going to the movies?"

Tristan nodded, saying to her, "I just booked two tickets for the latest comedy. You've been through a

lot recently, your nerves have been tense, today is a day of great joy, Auntie has finally woken up. You

can also breathe a sigh of relief. Take this opportunity to relax a bit. We should give them a little more

time."

He had considered it carefully, and Monica agreed.

"Okay!" The girl took the initiative to link arms with him and followed him to the cinema.

In a hospital room, Algerone sat in a chair beside the bed, holding Belinda's hand with heartache, their

eyes always meeting, filled with emotions. He had longed for her to wake up, and Algerone couldn't

even bear to blink his eyes.

"Belinda," he kissed her hand gently, and said affectionately, "Rest and take care of yourself. I will be

with you all the way."

"Your company? Is there nothing that needs your attention?" Belinda asked with concern, "You can't

just stay here all the time, can you?"

"It's okay, the company doesn't have any major issues, the assistants can handle everything. Right

now, your health is the most important." Compared to the company, Belinda was the top priority.

Hearing this, Belinda's inner gratitude increased, and she couldn't help but shed tears, revealing the

softest side of herself.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Algerone quickly took a tissue to wipe them away, "Don't cry, don't cry."

The memories of the past, like a movie, played in Belinda's mind. Although she had undergone brain

surgery, she had not lost her memory.

Today, at this moment, she felt a sense of newfound acquaintance, experiencing the man's

thoughtfulness and care just like when they first met. This feeling was undoubtedly beautiful.

At that moment, someone gently knocked on the door of the ward. Without opening the door, Algerone

carefully set down her hand, got up, and went to open the door.

The door opened a crack, and all she heard was him saying, "Thank you," to the person outside, and

then closing the door.

Belinda saw him holding a bag in his hand, walking towards her.

She didn't ask what it was, just looked at the bag.

Algerone took out the contents of the bag directly. The faint scent of red bean cake instantly filled the

air, mixing with the fragrance of roses, creating an especially pleasant aroma.

Belinda saw the steaming red bean cake and suddenly felt a bit hungry. She hadn't eaten anything for

a long time.

Algerone gently placed the opened pastry on the bedside table, raising the bed slightly as he said to

her, "You used to love this red bean cake from this shop when you were young. I went to see it these

past few days, the shop is still open, and it still tastes the same. I left a reservation for it..."

Belinda, leaning against the headboard, was moved by his words.

"Here, be careful." He took a pillow and gently placed it behind her back, paying attention to the details

even more so than a young man in love.

"Come, taste it." Algerone took the pastry and sat in front of her, smiling as he offered a small piece to

her lips, coaxing, "See if it still tastes the same as before? The shop owner hasn't changed, but they

are getting old. Their skills have matured, and there's still a long line as always."

Her heart was like a five-flavor bottle that had been overturned, tears brimming in her eyes. Softly, she

opened her mouth, feeling especially tender at that moment.

This taste was so familiar...

She remembered when she had just married Algerone, they would buy this pastry every morning. It

was nutritious, hygienic, and inexpensive, but they still had to line up, so they would wake up ten

minutes early.

A small piece of red bean cake made both of them feel the same way they did when they were young.