The car finally stops at the yard. Before Bella could leave the car, Tristan stopped her.
"Bella, please wait."
"Yes?"
"Are you still misunderstanding , or do you understand now?"
A guilty smile appeared on the edge of Bella’s lips. She looked at how worried he was now.
"I’m sorry, Tristan, I’ve been accusing you all this ti. Yes, I believe you now."
Knowing what happened in the past caused her to wonder if she didn’t stop to et him at the ti; they were still husband and wife. Dax will grow up with a father figure by his side, and this man will be a fantastic father to their son.
A surge of warmth enveloped Bella as she imagined her happy little family, causing a gentle smile to spread across her lips. However, her smile slowly faded when she realized all that, only her wishful thinking.
As a human, Bella could not turn back ti and fix everything. She could only accept and endure everything because of the decisions she made in the past. She couldn’t bla anyone—Tristan or herself.
Well,
At least everything is clear now. There is no longer any misunderstanding between them.
"Thank you, Bella... But you don’t have to apologize for sothing that I, myself, caused that to happen."
She didn’t say anything and could only return his smile.
Tristan’s blue eyes were slightly beaming as he said, "Now that you know my innocence, let’s start everything and beco husband and wife again. How?"
Bella, "...."
Seeing Tristan’s tense eyes waiting for her answer made her take another deep breath before answering.
"I’m sorry, Tristan. My answer is still no..." She stepped out of the car before Tristan could say anything.
No language could describe how disappointed he was at this mont to hear her firm rejection.
It wasn’t the first ti he heard Bella say that sentence, but this ti, he felt very hurt because she already knew the truth but still rejected him.
Tristan took out his cell phone and opened the Cupid Alliance group chat. In a hurry, he type.
[Tristan] My son and all... we are arriving.
[Tristan] I have to say that the mission has failed. (Sad emoji)
[Dax] Daddy, fighting! (Fire emoji)
[Dax] You have plenty of ti, Daddy...
[Noora] Master, cheer up!
[Lewis] Tsk! You have to work hard, Brat!
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.
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He took a deep breath, reading encouraging ssages from the chat group mbers.
Tristan felt he was chatting directly with them, even though it was only via group chat. He smiled while looking at his cellphone screen and started to forget Bella’s firm rejection.
Later,
Tristan was startled when he heard a soft knock on the car window. He turned to look and was surprised to see Bella standing near his car.
He thought she was already sprinting into her house.
Just before he wanted to open the car door, his cell phone vibrated.
[Isaac] Don’t be sad, Tristan.
[Isaac] Join us for dinner.
As Tristan read Isaac’s text ssage, a wave of joy washed over him. Without hesitation, he opened the car door and stepped out, greeting her with a smile as if nothing had happened.
"Tristan, thank you for taking ho. You can go ho now," said Bella, unable to hide her awkwardness.
"Bella, I—"
She quickly said, "Bye..." before Tristan could finish his sentence.
Bella turned around and ran toward the main door. She didn’t want to give him a chance to continue their conversation earlier.
Feeling relieved to be free from Tristan finally, Bella walked casually into the house.
However, before Bella could close the door, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tristan walking behind her.
’Why did he follow ?’ Bella panicked as she turned around and faced him. They had only separated by two steps.
"Why are you still here, Tristan!? Do you want to pick up Dax? Tristan, rember our deal? I’ll bring Dax to your house after dinner, but he can only stay until nine." Bella reminds Tristan of their agreent.
"Of course, I rember about it, Bella," Tristan said with a smile, noticing how amused she looked despite her initial annoyance. He continued, "I’ll be joining you and Dax for dinner," he added casually, but his words suprised her. She almost lost her balance.
"WHAT!?" Bella gasped while holding the wall beside her. "Tr-Tristan, you can’t co here as you please. This is not my house, but my grandfather’s house. You have to respect him." She begged.
Bella didn’t want Tristan to visit their house as he pleased and stressed out her Grandpa, who still hasn’t forgiven him for what happened in the past.
"I know, Bella," Tristan said, holding back laughter, "That’s why I only co when invited. Your Grandpa asked to join you for—" He didn’t continue his sentence when he saw Isaac and Dax appear from inside, approaching them.
"Bella, when I heard from Little Dax that Tristan visited our house, I invited him to join us for Dinner," Isaac explained.
She was speechless upon seeing her Grandpa; she couldn’t believe he had invited Tristan to join them for dinner.
Did he always want to break Tristan’s leg every ti they t? Bella narrowed her eyes, looking at him, trying to check whether he was serious about doing it or it was just an expression.
’Gosh! Since when did Grandpa beco softened to Tristan?’
"Mommy..." Upon hearing Dax’s cute voice, Bella turned to see him with a loving smile.
"Yes, baby..."
Dax held Bella’s hand, "I also want Dad to join us for dinner. Is that okay?" he asked, blinking a few tis to get his mother to agree.
Bella, "..."
She becos suspicious as she feels her grandfather and son are plotting sothing.
"Sure..." Bella smiled warmly at Dax, putting aside his suspicions about them. "Sure, baby. You know what? Mommy misses you. How was your day?" she asked softly.
"I’m busy today, Mom. I spent my day with Aunt Noora and Uncle Nick..." Dax cheerfully explained his day to Bella.
But Later, Isaac stopped him, "Alright, little man. Let’s go inside and talk."
Dax nods and takes his father’s hand. "Let’s go, Daddy," he says, leading them inside the house while holding hands with both parents.
Bella, "..."
Tristan feels happy and content, knowing he has a supportive son who has chosen to be on his side.
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