Female Novel
Chapter 1390: The Long-Lost Familiarity
Chapter 1390: The Long-Lost Familiarity
After getting out of the car, Belinda looked around. The area was tranquil and located in a good
neighborhood. The villa was undoubtedly valuable, and it seemed that Algerone Swain had
accumulated quite a fortune over the years. He must be living a comfortable life.
Belinda would have felt relieved, but the thought of that woman diminished her happiness a bit. Thatnovelbin
woman must not have suffered while with him. Watching his retreating figure, Belinda felt an
inexplicable sense of loss and followed him in silence, unsure why she had come.
Algerone Swain pressed his fingerprint on the door handle. "Welcome home," a pleasant electronic
female voice greeted them as the door opened. He walked in with his suitcase, "The password is
Monica's birthday. You can either enter your fingerprint or use the password." He gave her the choice,
afraid she might not be willing.
However, this detail only heightened Belinda's sensitivity. "Is this house for her?" she asked, filled with
disapproval.
"No, no, don't get so worked up!" the man denied, putting down the suitcase and looking back. "She's
like you in character, raised by you. How could she possibly accept my gift?"
Belinda fell silent, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his words.
The man continued, "I did think about giving it to her, but she considered your feelings and ultimately
didn't agree to accept it."
"..." Belinda found it difficult to express her emotions.
Algerone Swain turned around, swearing, "She hasn't even been here. Now, take a rest. I'll go pick her
up." With that, he strode out.
Belinda stepped aside and didn't stop him. They couldn't stay in the hotel any longer, and she couldn't
let her daughter sleep on the streets. Hearing the sound of the car engine, she watched as the car
drove away.
Belinda looked around the villa with a calm mindset. The minimalist, elegant, and tidy décor was
pleasing to the eye. She picked up her suitcase and walked towards the stairs.
The wooden spiral staircase was exquisite and spotless. The railing felt smooth, as if someone had
always been living there. But according to him, this place had been vacant.
Did he have someone clean it beforehand? If so, today's events were premeditated. Belinda didn't think
too much about it and took her suitcase upstairs.
All the bedroom doors were open, and the windows were open too, allowing for excellent ventilation
and natural light. But what truly stirred her thoughts was the familiar feeling the décor gave her.
The colors were muted, her favorite style, but definitely not Algerone Swain's preference. In their youth,
they had many disagreements over home decoration.
Belinda had the illusion that this villa was decorated according to her youthful tastes, not knowing if it
was unintentional or deliberate on Algerone Swain's part. How could he possibly pay attention to such
details? He was already a married man.
The thought of his marriage brought her inexplicable sadness. Standing in the room without any traces
of human presence, she sighed softly. Time had passed so quickly, and winter was approaching once
more.
Meanwhile, Monica had gotten out of the taxi. She stood alone at the entrance of the villa complex,
looking at the clean, winding asphalt road and the peaceful surroundings. Her face showed no smile or
disappointment. As a breeze blew by, she squinted her eyes, lost in thought.
The taxi had already driven away.
She walked alone on the asphalt road, suddenly hearing the sound of a car approaching. She looked
up and saw her father's car coming around the corner. She stopped walking.
Algerone Swain stopped the car beside his daughter. "Monica, get in," he said, poking his head out.
The girl opened the passenger door and got in, remarking, "Dad, did my mom really come with you?"
She still couldn't believe it without seeing it for herself.
With a smile on his lips, Algerone Swain started the car and looked at his daughter. "What do you
think? Can your dad's efficiency get full marks?"