Many things had happened in the last few months of her life. Bella was genuinely happy to be back and moving forward with her goals.
However, despite all the happiness she had achieved, many things remained stuck in her heart, tornting her mind and soul, and needed to be cleared up: her own family, Tristan’s Family, and Sean’s.
Sigh!
At a glance, Bella could see a faint smile appearing on her rosy lips through the reflection of the glass wall before her.
Patting her chest gently, Bella muttered to herself.
"Cheer up, Bella. All of this will soon pass. Be strong! Everything will be fine..."
Slowly, she felt better after talking to herself; however, her mother’s image started to fill her mind again.
Exhaling deeply filled her heart with fresh air several tis before Bella sat back in the chair.
Her eyes stared at the cell phone on the table while considering whether to call her mother.
Once more, this question popped into her mind, bothering her, "Should I call my mother...!?"
After a few more seconds, Bella grabbed her cell phone. However, a short ssage appeared before she opened the phone book to look for her mother’s cell phone number.
"Tristan...?" Bella frowned, looking at a text from Tristan.
It was rare for Tristan to send her a short ssage. He usually prefers to make phone or video calls unless he is in a situation where this is impossible, for example, during an important eting.
Bella imdiately opened Tristan’s short ssage.
However, reading Tristan’s ambiguous short text ssage caused her to raise her eyebrows. She was confused.
[Tristan] Darling, please choose Mountain or Sea.
Stunned montarily, she read Tristan’s short ssage a few tis.
Why did he suddenly ask her to choose?
"Oh! Gosh, Tristan..."
Bella’s smile widened when she realized sothing. Tristan wants to buy her sothing related to Mountains and Seas, right? That’s why he asked her to choose.
"A house?" She shook her head, trying to throw away her imagination while swiftly typing her reply.
[Bella] Hubby, whatever it is, I’ll like it. You decide!
[Bella] (Shy emoji) (Love Emoji)
Not long after, a reply from Tristan appeared again.
"Huh!? Hot or Cold?"
Bella found it amusing that Tristan asked her to choose between the two.
"Now what!? This has to be about food, right?" She asked herself again with a smile, guessing what Tristan was planning.
She leaned back in her chair, looking at the white ceiling above, and trying to think about what food she wanted to eat.
After a few monts, she finally decided. She needs to eat sothing cold now because the temperature has recently started to get hot.
[Bella] Cold!
[Bella] Hubby, Seriously, why are you asking? (confused emoji)
She put her cell phone back on the table and continued to finish her work.
****
anwhile, at the Sinclair Building.
Leading a eting with a few Directors, Tristan smiled when he read Bella’s answer.
’So, she prefers mountains and a cold country? Alright, dear, I found a good place for our honeymoon...’
His heart grew happier when he imagined them cuddling in bed all day and night in a cold place. He had thought about the country where they would spend their honeymoon. What he needed now was to call his people to prepare everything and end this damn eting!
"This is all my presentation, Mr. Sinclair..." The voice of soone calling his na made Tristan focus back on his eting. "Are there any other questions, sir?" The man felt nervous as he looked at Tristan, who sat at the end of the table.
Tristan’s happy smile slowly faded as he put his cell phone in his pocket and looked at one of the directors who had just finished his presentation.
"No. Thank you for your report," Tristan stood up from his chair and left the room. "The eting is over..." He said and left.
However, soone stopped him only a few steps after leaving the eting room.
"I need to talk to you, Tristan..."
Tristan’s footsteps stopped, then turned to look at his father, William Sinclair, who was also attending the eting. He didn’t say anything, only nodded, then continued his steps toward his office.
"Please sit down..." said Tristan as he continued walking towards his office table to put down the docunts before joining his father in the seating area. He sat opposite his father. "What do you want to say?"
William Sinclair took a deep breath before finally telling Tristan that his mother wanted him to co ho to have lunch together tomorrow. They hoped Tristan wouldn’t refuse because his mother had sothing important to discuss.
Tristan stroked his forehead lightly, hearing his father’s words. He could guess what exactly his mother wanted to say. Whenever his father begged him to return ho, his mother had a grand plan for him again: to introduce him to another woman to choose as a wife candidate.
Tristan always rejected it imdiately in the past, but he will not avoid it this ti. He needed to speak to them about Bella and their son.
"Okay!" Tristan firmly said, looking his father straight in the eyes.
"O-okay?" William Sinclair repeated. He was too shocked to hear his son agree right away. Usually, his stubborn son would refuse and argue, but now he answered fast and firmly. It felt unreal to listen to that.
"Yes," Tristan says, amused by his father’s shocking expression. He tries to maintain his deadpan expression while he continues, "Please tell Mother I will co tomorrow. Is there anything else you want to say, Father?"
William Sinclair was lost in his thoughts, unable to say anything. He looked at Tristan and felt the odds.
"I need to finish my work before going to my other eting. Father, I will not send you out..."
Tristan stood from his seat and didn’t wait for his father to say anything; he headed to his table and imrsed himself in the docunt he needed to sign before he picked up his wife.
While Tristan was imrsed in his work, William was still sitting in his seat, his gaze fixed on his only son while lost in thought.
William Sinclair struggles with his relationship with Tristan. Despite his attempts to reconnect with Tristan, he has been unsuccessful, and their relationship has beco cold and distant. Since Tristan divorced Bella a few years ago, he no longer sees him as his father, and William feels he has lost his son.
’I’m sorry, son...’ William stood from his seat and left.
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