"Se-Sean..."
Bella whispered in a trembling voice. After three months, this was the first ti he had texted her using his cell phone number.
Her hand slowly beca cold and shaky as she tried to open the text ssage.
[Sean] Hi Bells, I’ve just landed in Astington! (Smile emoji)
[Sean] But, I can’t et you right away. I have to stay on base for a couple more days for an internal report.
[Sean] I will call and visit you pretty soon. I miss you and Dax!
[Sean] (Love Emoji)
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Bella’s lips as she looked at her cell phone screen.
’He... finally ca back. Sean finally ca back…’ Bella muttered under her breath.
She couldn’t describe her feelings now; tears of joy, worry, sadness, and guilt mixed.
However, when a faint whisper escaped her lips, "I’m sorry, Sean..." Her hand holding the cell phone tightened as guilt enveloped her.
...
Tristan beca worried when he saw his wife standing frozen, looking at her cell phone. He imdiately exited the car and approached her, not caring if soone saw him.
He reached her with his long legs and strides, "You okay, darling?"
Bella flinched when she heard Tristan’s voice near her ear. She put her cell phone in her bag and looked at Tristan’s hands, now touching her arms.
Slowly, she looked up to et his gaze but was unable to answer his question.
"What’s wrong? Why do you look so shocked?" Tristan asked, his concern growing as he noticed her ghostly expression.
She blinked a few tis before she managed to speak, "Shock? What do you an? No. I didn’t look shocked. In fact, I looked totally fine…"
"Are you sure?" Tristan cupped her cheeks with both hands, looking into her confused gray eyes. From her gaze, he could tell that sothing was bothering her. He could also see that her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
"Hmm. I’m fine," said Bella while glancing around. She saw a few people coming out of the elevator and several cars parked nearby.
Worried that soone might recognize Tristan, Bella grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the car.
"Let’s go... Soone might recognize you," Bella said, walking quickly.
Tristan smiled as he quickened his pace to match hers. After ensuring she was properly seated in the passenger seat and helping her buckle up her seatbelt, he rushed to his side, behind the wheel.
He said nothing but drove the car out of the basent.
While driving, Tristan occasionally glanced at Bella. He saw she was imrsed in her cell phone, texting soone.
A few more minutes passed, and she was still busy texting. Tristan couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you texting now?"
He asked casually, but Bella could feel the tension in his tone. She imdiately turned to look at him. She saw him still focused on the street ahead, and she could see him looking calm from his side profile.
"I texted Sam. I asked him to check the CCTV footage and erase your face if it was clearly seen. I also asked him to ensure no one was taking our picture. My security team often finds paparazzi posing as guests in the parking lot. They are waiting for artists from my agency."
A soft chuckle escaped Tristan’s lips before he asked, "Are you that worried about soone seeing us together?"
Bella was stunned to hear his words, which clearly expressed his disappointnt.
No words left her lips because what he said was true. She wasn’t ready for their relationship to be revealed, especially when all her problems had not been resolved.
Her hand clenched tightly. She didn’t know how to answer him. She worried that her answer would make him sad because she knew Tristan wanted to tell people they were a couple, while she was the opposite.
Bella saw Tristan turn his head to her. His gloomy gaze gave her the courage to express her thoughts.
"Hubby, I know you understand why we can’t be seen together, right?" When she saw him nod and focus on the street again, she looked ahead before continuing her words. "Please give more ti to solve everything..."
Nobody spoke again after that. A few minutes later, the car stopped at a red light. Tristan turned to Bella; seeing her staring pensively at the road ahead, he asked, "Earlier in the basent, who texted you to make you freeze like that?"
Bella suddenly felt her heart sink when she heard his question. She hadn’t planned on keeping Sean’s return from him, but she was afraid to tell him now, especially since he was driving. She feared he would be disturbed by the news of Sean’s return.
After thinking for a few more seconds, Bella decided to talk to him about it because if they got ho, she wouldn’t have the chance, as Dax would distract her.
She looked at him, "Hubby, can you please find a place to park the car? I have sothing I need to tell you…"
Tristan could see the tension in her gaze. He didn’t ask anything else but made a turn, heading to a park near the river, not far from their position.
Soon, the black SUV stopped at the car park facing the beautiful river in front of them. In the distance, they could see the lights from the skyscrapers in the business district where their office was located.
There was a brightly illuminated path by the river where people could jog or bike. But that late afternoon, no one was walking there, and only a few cars were parked in the vast parking lot near their vehicle.
Tristan unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to see her. When he saw the tension in her eyes, he could guess sothing was bothering her. Not only did Bella have worries on her mind, but he also had thoughts weighing on him, like his plan to et his parents tomorrow.
He smiled gently at her while playing with her dark, soft hair, "What do you want to talk about?"
Bella looked at her hands, entangled on her lap, before slowly raising her head to look at him.
"It’s about Sean. He is back—"
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