Female Novel
Chapter 1378: The Generous And Attentive Swain
Chapter 1378: The Generous and Attentive Swain
However, Belinda didn't give Algerone Swain a friendly look. She kept a straight face, showing no signs
of hunger, even appearing rather disgusted, and still wore an unwelcoming expression as she looked at
him.
As for Algerone Swain, he seemed quite magnanimous, having already put the unpleasantness of the
morning behind him. He didn't want to create any tension with her, so he took off all the lids from the
dishes, arranged the chopsticks, and then stood up. "You should eat while it's hot. I know you can't eat
while I'm here, so I'll leave first." He had a charming self-awareness.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Algerone Swain gave her a gentle smile and walked out on
his own, bending down at the door to pick up the scattered roses.
Belinda didn't look back, her heart still weighed down by the resentment and anger of the past twenty
years! It wasn't until she heard the sound of his footsteps fading away, followed by the door closing,
that she finally turned to look.
The room was empty, and so was her heart. The aroma of the dishes filled the air. Belinda came to her
senses and gazed at the various bowls on the tea table, each exquisite bowl containing a different
delicious dish, all still steaming hot.
She sat down on the sofa and slowly picked up a fork. She was hungry, truly hungry. Holding a bowl full
of food, Belinda's hardened heart softened for a moment. She really hadn't expected him to come.
In Belinda's memory, Algerone Swain had always been a considerate and good man. Downstairs in the
hotel, the golden elevator doors opened in the magnificent lobby, and the suave Algerone Swain
stepped out. He strode directly to the front desk, his steps strong and his handmade leather shoes
spotless.
"Good day, Mr. Swain." The receptionist saw him and quickly stopped her work, smiling and
respectfully greeting him.
"Call me when the lady returns," Algerone Swain said in a deep voice, standing in front of the counter
with one hand in his pocket and the other tapping the counter lightly, looking in good spirits.
"Understood," the receptionist replied, her demeanor and appearance excellent.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Also, if my wife doesn't come down for dinner,
call me again."
"Understood!" The girl smiled brightly.
Algerone Swain smiled back, "If the information is collected properly in the next few days, I'll give you a
bonus at the end of the year!" With that, he turned and left.
"Thank you, boss!" Watching his tall figure, the receptionist was overjoyed.
The boss was indeed generous and charming, even with his temples graying. Yes, the hotel's owner
was Algerone Swain. Belinda didn't know, nor did Monica, and Tristan probably wasn't aware either.
Kevin had chosen this place simply because it was close to the Clarke Corp.
In a room upstairs, Belinda didn't care about her appearance; after all, she was alone. One by one, the
small and large bowls in front of her became empty. Stir-fried beef with celery, cucumber rolls, salmon,novelbin
and garlic shrimp – all of her favorites, with a taste that took her back many years.
Algerone Swain actually remembered…
This detail warmed her heart, making her eyes swell and her nose tingle.
At the Charity Medical Center, Monica and Tristan walked out of the lobby, the warm sunlight shining on
them. They had just sent Eason back to the hospital.
The little guy needed an IV drip in the afternoon, and a teacher would come to give him one-on-one
tutoring.
As they were leaving, he asked expectantly, "Will Monica still come here in the future?"
Without waiting for the girl to answer, Tristan bent down and patted his little brother's head, saying,
"Tomorrow, I'll take Monica to a town for a business trip. It's part of our work, so we'll come back to see
you after we finish, okay?"
Eason pouted, not knowing how long they would be gone, but eventually nodded obediently. "I'll wait
for you here. Be sure to come back."