Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1847: Please Give Me Half An Hour

Chapter 1847: Please Give Me Half an Hour

However, when he clearly saw who it was, the curse that was about to burst from his mouth was stifled, and he was momentarily stunned. He quickly paused the recorded online class and stood up. "My dear brother, sister-in-law, why have you come back?" "Hey, hey, we haven't gotten married yet," Claire said, a little taken aback by the title, approaching him with a smile, glancing around the study. "It's just a matter of time, right?" Taylor walked around the desk. Rowan approached the desk, glanced at the tablet, then looked at him with a gratified expression. "You've been working hard lately." He looked a bit haggard. The nearby notebook was half-filled with neat handwriting, adorned with annotations in various colored pens. "Brother, will you take me as your apprentice? I want to be your disciple." Taylor asked earnestly, looking at his brother, hoping for a positive response. Rowan replied asusual, "Get your certification first, master the theoretical knowledge, and then I'll teach you the practical aspects. Settle down and don't be too impatient." Taylor had no strength to argue and nodded, but fortunately, he didn't refuse.

Rowan looked at his bookshelf, took down a few books for him, and recommended some beginner- friendly professional books. "Thank you, brother!" Taylor beamed with gratitude. Now, whenever he called his brother, it flowed smoothly!

By late afternoon, the day's sightseeing was coming to a close, and the itinerary had been well organized. It was a leisurely journey, not tiring at all, rather pleasant, with receptions at each different palace, offering various local delicacies, almost like energy replenishment stations. For longer distances, they would use cars, so the Swain family was not fatigued after a day of leisurely touring.

The royal family had dedicated tour guides who shared stories, legends, and local customs, helping Princess Annie to understand her home. Gradually, Monica began to feel a sense of familiarity.

Although she had no memories, these places seemed strangely familiar. Despite her lack of recollection, she had indeed lived here.

Algerone and Belinda also immersed themselves in the informative atmosphere, gradually understanding the Lu Layeka royal family and feeling the warmth of home. Bertie acted like an ordinary father, not letting anyone feel pressured. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

In the evening, the sumptuous banquet came to an end. Catherine took the opportunity to approach Monica. After holding back her words all day, she finally spoke, "Princess Annie, could you spare me half an hour?" She asked with a tone of negotiation, looking at her respectfully, eagerly awaiting her affirmative response.

At this point, everyone was planning to return to their accommodations to rest. Facing her gaze, and considering the past few days they had spent together, Annie nodded, "Okay, but please wait a moment. I need to see my parents off first." "Of course," Catherine agreed with a smile. "Go ahead."

At this moment, Algerone and Belinda were preparing to leave. In the luxurious palace, Monica linked arms with Algerone and Belinda, walking between them like a child. They headed for the palace gates. "Dad, Mom, the queen has something to discuss with me. You two go back and rest. I'll see you tomorrow." "Alright." The older generation did not feel the pain of losing a daughter. On the contrary, the emptiness in their hearts had been healed.