Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1821

Chapter 1821: Celebrating in a Different Place

It had to be at least 12 carats, undoubtedly worth a fortune!

The sudden proposal took Belinda by surprise. She had agreed to Monica's suggestion of remarrying, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Suppressing her excitement, Belinda looked at everyone around her. Smiles adorned their faces, and she realized it was a meticulously planned event. She was the only one kept in the dark.

"Belinda, we won't get any younger than yesterday," Algerone spoke as if no one else was there, his heart and eyes filled with her. "We can't afford any regrets in our lives anymore. I don't want to be separated from you again. Please give me another chance to take care of you for the rest of our lives."

Belinda was a strong and independent woman. After all these years of independence, she had grown accustomed to it. Suddenly being part of such a well-planned occasion, filled with warmth and a touch of sentimentality, she felt a bit overwhelmed but mostly moved.

She lowered her gaze and smiled at the man before her, her vision slightly blurred. "Okay," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Applause filled the air.

As Algerone slipped the ring onto her finger, the applause grew louder. Belinda's smile radiated the beauty of a goddess from a painting, with a gentle maternal glow on her face.

She was genuinely touched, and her heart became incredibly tender.

In fact, everyone present was deeply moved. As close friends, they were all aware of their situation.

After putting on the ring, Algerone stood up and embraced her. It was a belated hug that carried significant meaning in that moment.

The air was filled with a rich fragrance of flowers, carried by a gentle breeze.

Belinda leaned against his embrace, her smile alluring.

Tristan had his arm around Monica's shoulder, finally relieved. Belinda had accepted the proposal, and everything was going well!

By chance, they both glanced in the distance and noticed Tom Fritz not far away. Their gazes converged, and they were slightly taken aback.

Why was he here?

Tristan instinctively tightened his grip on Monica's shoulder, a gesture she could feel-a display of strength. She subconsciously glanced at Tom Fritz.

Tristan's lips curled up, his expression gentle as he looked at Tom Fritz.