Before long, Noora finally joined them. She hastily entered the house, her sad expression becoming obvious when she saw Natalie Wright sobbing in the kitchen.
Since yesterday, when Bella suddenly flew to East City, Noora had suspected sothing might have happened to Bella’s parents. She wanted to call Bella to ask but refrained, recalling that Bella seed to avoid talking about it. So she waited.
This morning, Bella finally called and told her what had happened in East City.
Noora was shocked to learn how terrible the situation was. Knowing that Lucas Donovan had beaten Natalie Wright was painful enough, but learning that he hit his wife when his wife was terribly sick, in stage three of cancer, was too hard for Noora to bear.
It was too painful. She feels like she wanted to fly to East City solely to whack that evil Lucas Donovan.
Now, Noora was increasingly worried about Natalie’s condition. She walked quickly into the kitchen, approaching Natalie Wright and ignoring Bella sitting in the living room.
"Oh my God, madam, you’re finally here," said Noora with teary eyes as she quickened her steps. "I’m sorry, but only now could I co to welco you. I was busy helping the chef prepare lunch in the kitchen."
"Noora," Natalie also couldn’t hold back her sadness, finally eting Noora after so many years.
When Bella and Tristan married in the past, Natalie insisted on sending Noora to accompany Bella into the Sinclair family despite Jessica Sinclair forbidding it. She fought with Jessica, and finally, that woman agreed to let her daughter’s maid enter the Sinclair family.
"Thank you, Noora, for always helping Bella and Dax. I will never forget your kindness to them." Natalie sincerely expressed her feelings. "I will now call you my sister; you are my family now, Noora."
"Oh, ma’am, please don’t say that. It was my responsibility to help young Miss and young Master Dax."
Bella felt emotional seeing her mother cry again. She didn’t stay there for too long but excused herself when she received a text ssage from Tristan in the main house asking her to return imdiately.
***
Later, Bella arrived at the main house. Before heading to the second floor, she t Geoffrey, who updated her on their lunch preparations. He also inford Bella that Dax was now in his computer room, attending a computer lesson.
They talked for a few more monts before Bella rushed to the master bedroom to et her demanding hubby.
Arriving on the second floor, Bella smiled when she saw Tristan pacing back and forth in the living room, near the glass window, staring at his cellphone screen as if waiting for sothing.
She opened her mouth, wanting to call him, but her words stopped on the tip of her tongue when she faintly heard Tristan say, "Why hasn’t my wife replied to my text? Did she forget about again? For real?"
Even though she tried to hold it in, a soft chuckle still escaped her lips.
Bella’s small laugh surprised Tristan. His steps suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at the stairs. His previously worried and sad expression suddenly changed, like a warm spring coming after a long and cold winter.
"Darling! You finally showed up!" Tristan said worriedly while taking wide steps toward her. "Why were you staying there so long?"
Before Bella could respond, his hands were on her waist, pulling her into his warm embrace. She could feel Tristan’s breath on her neck, causing her body to tense.
When his soft, warm lips touched the skin of her neck, she felt her blood rush.
"Tristan, stop—" Bella caught his hand as it slipped under her blouse. "We’re in the open. Dax could show up at any mont—"
"He’s taking computer lessons. He won’t show up here—" Tristan answered hastily, pulling his head away from her neck and cupping her tiny face with his hands, and a grin slowly appeared on his lips. "My love, I really miss you. I want to kiss you now!"
"But—"
Tristan’s lips covered Bella’s mouth before she could finish her sentence. She was surprised by his sudden intimacy. But she was helpless against his warm kiss, which made her mind and body betray her. She accepted his kiss with the sa passion as his.
The tip of his warm tongue captured every trace of sweetness in her mouth domineeringly as it seductively guided her stiff tongue to entangle with his.
Instantly, every nerve in her arm tensed, and slowly, her hands rose and wrapped tightly around his neck.
She didn’t rember how long Tristan had been thrusting into her mouth; she could only hear her own moans a few tis as she felt all her blood rushing to certain parts of her body, pumping faster through her heart and her veins.
When she felt her chest unbearably hot from lack of oxygen and her legs felt weak, unable to hold her body upright, only then did Tristan finally stop his dominance over Bella’s lips and pull his lips slightly away.
With one hand, he pulled her body and gently pressed it into his to keep her from falling.
"Breathe, my love," Tristan said hoarsely, breathlessly. "Breathe slowly—" A smile frad his face, and he felt amused staring at her blushing face.
Bella couldn’t answer him. She could only lay her head on his chest, hiding her flushed face and trying to get her breathing back to normal. However, she suddenly felt her body lifted before she could steady her heartbeat.
She was surprised, looking at Tristan carrying her in princess style, heading to their bedroom.
"Tristan? I can walk—"
"Bella, my love, I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer—" he said, walking quickly towards their bedroom. "I don’t care about our honeymoon. Let’s do it now!" he said with boiling emotion in his heart and mind.
Bella gaped upon hearing his words. This was not the first ti he had acted like this, but sohow, this ti, his eyes were different from usual; she could see sothing burning there, and his wishes to get very intimate with her were clearly visible, and it was unstoppable.
Her light-gray eyes slightly narrowed, her lips breaking into a faint smile.
’So, is this the ti?’ She tightened her arms around his neck.
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