"I am not the sa person who ignored you for years, even though you were his wife. Because now, I’m the one who’s fallen in love with you. So, Arabella Donovan, allow to chase you back into my arms. Chase you back so you would love , and I could love you more..."
Bella couldn’t hide how much his words touched her. Her spring-like smile slowly frad her happy face.
She opened her mouth to say sothing, but when she saw Tristan’s face getting closer, she slowly closed her eyes as she imagined him kissing her.
Her heart starts to make a strange sound again. Badam! Badam! Badam!
She starts to rember this feeling. This is the sa feeling when she was madly in love with him.
Bella didn’t know how to react now. She had never pictured their status had always been as husband and wife. Tristan had never actually completed his intention to divorce her.
Since their separation, he has been in love with her for the last five years. Bella’s mind finds it hard to believe. But even so, her heart says otherwise, and it had betrayed her mind. She felt like accepting him again—no, but she was willing to stand beside him again and beco his legal wife.
After a few seconds passed, Bella frowned.
’Why didn’t he kiss ? Did I imagine it wrong?’ Bella wondered and slowly opened her eyes, trying to peek out.
When Bella saw his face only an inch, she held her breath, feeling nervous. Just before their lips touched, the sound of the door opening caught their attention.
"Ups...sorry..." Dax’ cute voice echoes in the room. "Dad, mom... I’m sorry..." Dax stopped when he saw his parents were about to kiss.
They looked at him in surprise.
Dax felt sorry, especially for his father, and worried that because of him, his father would fail again to win his mother’s heart.
"Y-Yes... baby?"
"What happened?"
Tristan and Bella awkwardly respond to their son while they try to sit properly as if nothing happened.
"Sorry if I showed up and interrupted Daddy and Mommy from kissing. But I just want to tell you, Dad and Mom, breakfast is ready. And Gramps and Grandpa are waiting in the dining room. Ugh, I just wanted to say that. Ok... I will go down now…" Dax turned around and left.
"Dax, don’t go. Co here first..." Bella imdiately called him before he closed the door.
"Mommy, are you serious? I could join you...?" he asks while glancing at his father. He is worried that if he cos in, it will disturb them.
Dax stands near the door, reluctant to enter.
Tristan smiles, looking at his son, who seems to worry about him. He can’t help but stand from his seat and approach him. He bends slightly down to pick him up. After closing the bedroom door, he joins Bella on the sofa.
When Dax’s worried gaze ets his, he whispers, "It’s fine, son. There’s sothing we need to tell you..." Tristan sat beside Bella and let Dax sit in his lap.
Tristan glances at Bella, and when he sees her smile at Dax while playfully teasing their son, pinching his chubby cheek, he feels even more in love with her.
"Have you finished practicing today?" Bella asked while trying to fix his ssy hair. Seeing his clean, fair skin after bathing made her want to hug him. But she refrained because her son didn’t like it if she did that before soone else; her little Dax was always shy.
"Yes. I was about to head to the first floor when Aunt Noora asked to tell Mom and Dad to have breakfast."
"Oh, you’re right. It’s already eight o’clock..." Bella was stunned. After talking to Tristan, she lost track of ti; she even forgot her hunger. Geez!
Just before Bella wanted to stand up and ask them to the dining room, Dax suddenly asked a question.
"Dad, did my mom accept you? So, are we going to live in the sa house!?" Dax looked at his parents in return, curiously waiting for them to answer his question.
Tristan didn’t answer right away. He looked at Bella with his worried gaze. He was concerned about answering Dax because they hadn’t talked about it yet.
Deep in his heart, Tristan wanted Bella to move in with him imdiately, but he wouldn’t force her to do that. He can be patient, wait, and follow her decision.
What was essential to Tristan right now was Bella’s feelings for him. After a heart-to-heart conversation, he could feel that Bella had opened her heart to him again. This is what he hoped for. However, for so reason, he still worried that this was just his dream, his imagination.
Bella could guess what Tristan was thinking now. She couldn’t help but smile at him before she looked at their son.
"Dax, Mom, and Dad will talk about it later," she answered him with a smile. But when the light in her son’s eyes slowly faded, as if he looked disappointed, hearing her answer was enough to worry her.
Confused, Bella looked back at Tristan, asking him to answer Dax. She was worried that if she said yes — they’d move to live with him — Tristan would tell Dax otherwise.
"Yes, Dax… We’ll live in the sa house," Tristan answered firmly, his eyes still on Bella. When he saw her shock, he squeezed her hand gently with a gentle smile framing his handso face.
Bella didn’t say anything when she heard Tristan’s words. Her heartbeat sped up at this mont.
She had mixed feelings now; she was happy but also worried. After five years, she would start a new life with him. Even though Tristan is her husband by law, she feels today is the first ti they have beco husband and wife and have started living under the sa roof. How nervous she is now.
It’s hard for her to describe her feelings now, but she feels like soone has just thrown her into cloud nine.
"Really!?" Dax shouted excitedly as he turned his gaze towards Bella. "Mom, is that true? We’re going to move to Dad’s house?"
"Yes..."
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