"I wish I could be there with you and Dax. But I won’t be able to, as I can’t cancel this business trip..." He continues.
"Oh, co on, Tristan," Bella chuckled when she heard his gloomy tone. "I find it amusing to hear you say those words. In the past, you were always on your business trips and never had ti for ."
She tried to tease him so he wouldn’t feel annoyed, but it turned out that her efforts actually made Tristan even more sad.
"I feel like I need to beat my past self. I can’t believe I ignored soone as beautiful, graceful, kind, and intelligent as you, Bella..."
Her face flushed with redness after hearing such a sweet word from Tristan’s mouth.
’Geez! Did I give him the wrong signal? Why did he start flirting out of the blue?’
"Tristan, thank you so much." She sincerely said, ignoring the questions echoing in her mind.
"For what?"
Bella smiled as she gently touched her forehead, discreetly massaging it without being too obvious, and said, "I appreciate what you did to Dax and . But I’m a bit curious, though….Why are you so kind to ? If you spoiled Dax alone, I would understand, and I wouldn’t mind. You are his father, after all. But I can read between the lines, Tristan."
"Damn! Am I that obvious and easily read, Bella? Hahaha... It’s, maybe, because I’m trying my best to show you the real . Not soone who planned to divorce you five years ago. I hope you understand by now, Bella.
I often told you I want you to return to as my wife. And that is the truth."
Bella’s pulse quickened as she heard his soft, sincere voice and laugh.
"Please, give a chance. As I promised you many tis, I won’t let you down this ti. I won’t hurt you; no one in my family can hurt you because I will protect you from anything bad that cos from any... I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life... and that goes for Dax, too."
How could she ignore him when he expresses his feelings like this?
Bella closed her eyes when she heard him continue his confession.
"I won’t force you to accept . But please never doubt my words, Bella. I’m different from Tristan from the past."
Silence hung in the air as Tristan waited for Bella to respond.
After a mont, she finally said, "Tristan, may I ask you..."
"Yes. Whatever you want to ask." Tristan imdiately said. He evidently tensed but tried so hard to sound gentle and soft.
"Are you really not coming from the future?"
"Huh!? What do you an? I don’t get it."
"I know it may sound silly. But I need you to hear and read between the lines. You see, from Chinese novels I often read, a person could transmigrate into his or her body in the past to correct their past mistakes. That’s how I see you in the last several weeks. You are not the person whom I lived with five years ago. Because that person was cold and indifferent to ."
"Hahaha, I don’t exactly understand what you an. But it has a positive vibe. And if it ans you believe I’m not like you rember the last ti, you are free to assu I transmigrate from my future self. Because I’m correcting my past mistakes. Hurting you so profoundly was a terrible, terrible mistake, Bella."
Bella, "...."
She was rendered speechless. And for almost a few minutes, she was silent.
"Bella? Are you still there?" Tristan asked again after he hadn’t heard her say anything.
"I’m here."
"This conversation really ans sothing to , Bella. For sothing this important, only hearing your voice is not enough. May I video call you, Bella?" Tristan asked, almost begging. Still, he was actually asking this because he wanted to see her face. He misses her so much.
"V-Video call... No! Not now, Tristan." Bella rejected it firmly. She opened her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, too suprised to hear his request.
How can they make a video call now?
She was sure he would be on video calls until morning if they did.
"Why not?"
There’s nothing from Bella but her silence.
She didn’t want to answer him.
"I miss you, Bella. Please let video call you. I want to see your face..."
"Sorry, Tristan. Maybe another ti. I’m so tired of looking at any kind of monitor right now. Also, I’m desperate for a good shower. Let’s talk again tomorrow, okay? Good night!" Bella said without giving him a chance to continue what he was saying.
Beep!
Bella ended the call and threw her cell phone on the sofa. She imdiately rushed to the bathroom to clean herself with a warm and comforting shower. The shower in Tristan’s Villa was so good. It enables Bella to ditate during the shower and calm herself down from thinking about Tristan.
After almost half an hour, Bella dried herself and wore silk pajamas. She didn’t rush to sleep; instead, she took her iPad and read so files about the next eting.
Bella climbed into bed after turning off the light and leaving only the bedside table lamp. She sat with her back against the headboard, reading an essential file until she lost track of ti. Her mind was so calm and away from thinking about Tristan that she could focus on her work.
Later,
She started to yawn several tis. Her eyes were so drowsy. But not long after, her cell phone vibrated on the bedside table. When he saw Tristan’s na appear there, she frowned.
She checked the ti and realized it was already 11.45 PM.
Is it too late to pick up his call?
After a few more seconds, her cell phone still rang, so she decided to pick up his phone call.
"Tristan, why did you call again? It’s almost midnight here, and I almost fell asleep."
"Bella, thank god you picked up. This is a video call, by the way..."
"WHAT!?"
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