Tristan slowly opened his eyes. He sat up straight, fixing his gaze at Dylan.
"Prepare the car; we need to go there now—" He said, then stood up.
...
It had been several minutes since Tristan’s car stopped in front of a five-story building. The street seed empty; only their car was parked there.
This is the second ti Tristan has visited this place. The first ti was a long ti ago. He ca to this place just because his grandpa forced him to co to pick her up to move into their marital ho.
When he ca here last ti, he didn’t feel anything. But now, looking at her house, a strange feeling arose in his heart, which confused him.
He looked up at the third floor and saw yellow lights from one of the windows in the corner — Bella’s bedroom.
"Boss, do you want to go upstairs?" Suddenly, Dylan’s voice could be heard beside the driver, distracting Tristan.
He turns his gaze to Dylan, but no words co from his lips.
"Ugh, s-sorry, boss..." Dylan feels like he wants to slap himself to ask that question. How stupid! He presses his lips and turns his gaze, looking outside the window, avoiding Tristan’s sharp gaze.
Dylan’s words seed to awaken Tristan from his confusion, and Tristan tried to think clearly again. He warned himself that he already divorced Bella. They don’t have any connection; even though he wants to see her now, he can’t bring himself to do so.
He clearly rembers what John Turner said, that Bella asked him not to acknowledge her if they et again.
’What do you expect, Tristan? Just like you, Bella also didn’t have feelings toward you. This is a business marriage—’ He says in his heart.
Tristan turns his eyes again to the window on the third floor. When he saw the light turn off, his lips slightly lifted to form a faint smile.
’It looks like she already sleeps.’
Tristan turned to look at the chauffeur. "You can move now!" he says, resting his back against the seat and closing his eyes.
"Sir, where are we going?" The chauffeur asked while glancing at Tristan through the rearview mirror.
Dylan, who sat beside the chauffeur, also looked at Tristan, curious to hear his answer about whether they would go to his penthouse or Laura Kiels’ house.
Waiting for a few more seconds, with no response from Tristan, Dylan turned his gaze to the chauffeur.
"Drive to Miss Kiels’ house—" Dylan answered the driver. He already said they would attend the party even though his boss hadn’t said anything.
****
Bella turned off the light and walked toward the window to close the curtain.
However, before she could close the window, her eyes spotted a black Maybach moving slowly on the street. Her hand halted slightly, and she looked at the car disappearing from her line of sight.
"Since when did this area beco wealthy people’s playground?" She chuckled. It’s been four years since she ca here, and the last ti she rembered, this area was only for middle-class people.
When she was in college, Bella and her colleagues successfully invested. They earned decent money in their last year at university. With that money, she decided to buy this apartnt.
Although the house is small and in a middle-inco complex, it is still near her university. She could walk to her campus in just ten minutes.
However, after marrying Tristan, Bella no longer cos to this house. She only asked Aunty Noora to co regularly to clean the house.
She hadn’t planned to sell this house because this was the first property she bought with her own money. She will keep this one for her youthful mories.
But Bella feels sad now because she has to leave this house again. She can’t stay here anymore, as it’s not a safe place to hide her pregnancy from Tristan Sinclair— He knows about this place.
She would be in trouble if Tristan knew about her pregnancy; he might snatch this child from her. This was sothing that made her very worried about staying in this country.
Bella took a deep breath while trying to put aside her worries about Tristan. She walked to the bed and decided to rest her mind.
However, before Bella could sleep, her cell phone rang. She imdiately sat on the edge of the bed and took her cell phone from the bedside table. Her smile blood when she saw Sean’s na appear on the screen.
"Hi, Sean," Bella greeted him. She couldn’t hold her smile, too happy that Sean finally called her.
On the other end, Sean was frozen in his place. He did not intend to call her now but pressed the dial button without realizing it.
"S-Sorry if I woke you up, Bells," Sean said apologetically. He didn’t expect Bella to answer the phone on the first ring.
"No. You don’t wake up," Bella replied. "I haven’t slept yet. Well, I’m so glad you called now, Sean..." She had been waiting for his call all day, but he hadn’t called.
"Oh, thank goodness," Sean smiled, relieved to hear that. "So, how is your condition? Are you still in the hospital?"
"I’m fine. Thanks for finding on the street, Sean." Bella smiled wryly at the thought of what happened at that ti—her subconscious made her almost end her life.
Sean was silent and did not imdiately respond. He knew that yesterday, Bella had intentionally walked in front of his car in the heavy rain—she couldn’t think straight.
"Glad to help," Sean said. "Ok, if there’s nothing else, you better sleep now, we can talk another day when you feel much better—"
"Sean, wait," Bella imdiately stopped him. "I just want to let you know that I will leave this country and move to Europe in a couple of days."
"You’re moving out of the country? Why? I an..." Sean stopped his sentence, shocked. "—Did you follow your husband?"
Bella clenched her fist before saying, "Sean, I’m divorced—"
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