Bella didn’t say anything. She let Tristan calm his mind and heart, knowing he still blad himself every ti they talked about their past separation.
The funny thing is, every ti she asked him to forget, Tristan would say, "It’s okay, darling. I deserve this torture."
She couldn’t refute him and let him punish himself.
...
While waiting for Tristan to calm down, Bella leaned back in her seat, trying to enjoy the distant scenery. However, it wasn’t long before she heard Tristan move and speak to her.
"Wife, tomorrow I have plans to have lunch with my parents…"
Bella’s heartbeat quickened when she heard that. She tried to appear calm as she turned to look at him.
"Oh, really? That sounds good..." Bella smiled at him, even though she felt confused and awkward inside, unsure how to react.
This was the first ti Bella had heard Tristan ntion his parents in their conversations. He usually avoided talking about them, knowing it would hurt her feelings.
Still clear in Bella’s mind, when they t again a few months ago, she felt hurt and awkward whenever his family was ntioned. But recently, she was no longer so affected after hearing from Geoffrey that Tristan’s relationship with his parents was worsening.
He rarely returned to his parents’ ho, and their relationship got worse every year because his parents forced him to marry the woman they chose.
Seeing no expression on Tristan’s face, Bella continued, "Hubby, I hope you can enjoy your lunch with them..."
Tristan’s deadpan expression slowly turned warm, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Thanks, darling…" He then turned to see the city lights in the distance, following Bella’s line of sight.
Later,
The atmosphere in the car slowly turns awkward. No one speaks. They are both lost in their own thoughts.
After several seconds of silence, Tristan finally says what’s on his mind.
"My darling wife, I plan to tell my parents about Dax and us tomorrow. I hope you don’t oppose it..."
Instantly, Bella is caught off guard by his words.
"Cough! Cough!"
Tristan turns to her, worried, looking at how red her face is now.
"Are you alright?"
Bella can’t answer him; instead, she coughs even more. She can only make an OK sign with her hand to stop him from panicking. She was too surprised to hear that Tristan would tell his parents about them this soon.
"Drink this… to ease your throat." Tristan offers Bella a water bottle to clear her throat. She doesn’t refuse it; she imdiately drinks the water.
After Bella feels better, she says, "T-Thank you. I’m fine."
Tristan doubts Bella’s words because he can still see the worry lingering in her eyes. He slowly raises his hand, places it on her face, and rubs it gently.
"Bella, my wife, are you really okay? Why do you look like you disagree if I et them? Dear, if you stop , I will cancel my lunch plan tomorrow with them—"
"No, Tristan. Please don’t cancel your plan." Bella, in a rush, interrupts him.
Bella doesn’t want Tristan’s relationship with his parents to worsen because of her. Even though she doesn’t like his parents, she doesn’t want Tristan to sever ties with them. What she really wishes now is that his parents don’t interfere with her life again.
She squeezes his hand gently before saying, "I’m really fine. But I’m worried about you eting them tomorrow."
"Worried? Worried about what?"
Tristan’s eyebrows slowly wrinkle when he hears her sentence. However, a mont later, he realizes the aning of her worry.
He smiles lovingly at her and says, "My darling wife, don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of my parents. I promise they will not co right away to our house to et you and Dax..."
"No... No... it’s not that, but what I an is I’m afraid your parents will call my parents and confront them. And, you know, I haven’t yet settled my matter with my parents, right?" she says.
"Oh, you’re right..." Tristan is silent for a mont, thinking.
He knows Bella wants to take revenge on her uncles and father and take the company from them. If her uncles and father knew about their relationship, they might use it to escape their current problem.
"Okay, dear. Don’t worry. I have a way to make my parents keep our relationship to themselves. They will not talk to anyone else..." Tristan firmly says, an evil smile slowly erging on his lips.
Looking at his sinister smile, Bella can’t help but ask, "What is your plan?" She is curious.
Before Tristan can answer her, the loud ringing of a phone echoes in the car.
They both look at her bag on her lap.
Bella imdiately searches for her cell phone. When she sees who the caller is, she looks at Tristan.
"Who is calling you?" he asks, frowning. He is worried that Sean is calling her.
"Hubby, it looks like we have to go ho now. Our little son called." Bella answers him while showing Tristan her cell phone screen and chuckles when Tristan imdiately nods and puts on his seat belt.
She also puts on her seatbelt before she accepts Dax’s call.
****
The next day.
Bella decides to et Amanda Spencer at the Sushi Tei restaurant near her office.
She chose this restaurant because it is one of the Spencer family’s restaurants and is within walking distance of her office.
When Bella called Amanda to inform her about the location, Amanda was excited. She even volunteered to contact the restaurant to reserve the best VIP room for their lunchti eting. Amanda Spencer can do it very easily when it cos to Spencer Group’s restaurant.
After talking to Amanda, Bella sighed and leaned on her ergonomic and comfy office chair.
Then she looked at her watch and realized she still had plenty of ti before eting Amanda Spencer. She plans to visit Stefan on the 20th floor in his computer room.
However, Leo was running behind her as she walked toward the readily opened elevator door. He shouted slightly to stop her from entering.
"Boss! Hold up. There’s sothing you need to see..."
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