"I know this sounds ridiculous. But I was afraid Sean would kidnap you from . I was afraid—"
"Hahahaha," Bella suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing his words. "What are you thinking, Mr. Sinclair? Do you think I’m still a teenager with their terribly immature and naivete when talking to a man?"
"Well, don’t bla ," he said, a sour smile slowly forming on his lips. "I love you so much that, sotis, I can’t think as cool and rationally as usual—"
"Gosh! Mr. Sinclair, I told you before that I rejected him many tis, even when I knew you didn’t love . You don’t need to worry about my feelings towards him—"
Suddenly, the car abruptly stopped, leaving Bella shocked. She was unable to continue her words.
Confused about why Tristan suddenly stopped, she turned to look outside. She beca even more curious when she saw their car parked on a dark, empty road.
Bella didn’t know where they were. When she was about to ask if their car’s engine was off, she saw Tristan undo his seat belt, which confused her even more.
Her heartbeat quickened when she saw his face getting closer, stopping an inch from hers. She could feel his warm, minty breath brushing her face.
"I love you, my wife," Tristan whispered near her ear before he captured her lips with his.
"Tr-Tris—"
Tristan gently pressed his lips to Bella’s, causing her words to linger on the tip of her tongue. He could feel the warmth of her tongue dancing with his, making his blood boil with the surge he felt every ti they kissed.
Her moans made Tristan feel his whole body getting hotter. But she stopped him when his hand was about to slip under her shirt.
Bella pushed him away, surprising him.
"Darling?" He tilted his head to try to look at her face. "Are you alright?" he asked, seeing her face turn pale.
"Tristan, I can’t breathe. I feel out of oxygen," Bella said, panting while trying to breathe evenly.
"I’m sorry..." Tristan said, smiling foolishly because he had almost caused his wife to go out of breath. He continued, "I get turned on when I kiss you..."
She didn’t say any words but smiled back at him.
Tristan didn’t move his head away. He was still an inch from her, smiling lovingly while gently cupping her face with his palms.
"Ms. Sinclair, I really, really trust you. But I just can’t stop feeling jealous of him. I’m sorry," he said, feeling bad.
"It’s fine. There’s no need to feel sorry, Hubby. I can understand you," Bella said. She felt amused to witness a man like Tristan admit his jealousy.
"You are such an angel, Arabella Donovan!"
"Yeah, I know that... Ouch! Stop pinching my nose, Tristan Sinclair!" Bella glares at him.
Tristan didn’t say anything, but he leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead before sitting properly in his seat.
After a few more seconds passed, he gently asked, not wanting to sound jealous, "Where will you et him?"
"I’ve invited him to co to my office."
Tristan felt relieved. It would be better for them to et there, where he had many people around, just in case Sean really did try to steal his wife. He knew his thoughts were absurd and foolish. Still, he never trusted his rival, especially when that person was related to his wife.
"Alright, let’s go ho now. I feel hungry and miss my little baby."
"Yes, ma’am, as you wish," Tristan said, hitting the gas and speeding to their house.
***
The next morning.
After breakfast, Tristan was busy in his ho office, leading morning etings online. anwhile, Bella headed to her mother’s stone house.
In the last few days, Bella had been so busy with the company that she couldn’t accompany her mother to visit the cancer treatnt facility. She had to rely on Geoffrey and Noora to help her mother.
This morning, she received a report from Geoffrey about her mother’s condition and the treatnt plan.
Hearing all of that, Bella felt worried but also happy because her mother had a chance to beco cancer-free.
Now, she needed to et her mother and discuss her upcoming surgery.
When Bella arrived at the stone house, she saw her mother cleaning the kitchen. It seed she had just finished her breakfast.
Bella didn’t approach her mother imdiately but stood silently, watching her. She felt sorry to see her mother busy cleaning the house.
She had already asked her mother not to do anything and to let the maid clean the house or cook for her. Still, her mother refused, insisting that she wanted to remain active, telling her she wanted to keep mobility and flexibility agile.
Even though Natalie stayed with her daughter’s family, she didn’t eat or spend her entire ti with them in the main house. She would only co over if there were sothing to celebrate. She seems to prefer solitude.
"Good morning, Mom..." Bella walked toward the kitchen island and smiled at her mother.
"Oh, good morning, Bella. Oh, you ca early, my dear...I thought you were already left for work."
Natalie was surprised to see Bella. She had heard from Noora that her daughter was so busy with work, coming ho late and leaving for the office early in the morning.
"Mom, can you just relax? Let the maid clean the dishes for you..." Bella said, deeply concerned. "You will get tired if you move too much."
Even though her mother looked healthier and happier, Bella was still worried because her cancer was still present, and she needed rest for her upcoming surgery.
Natalie smiled at Bella’s words. She didn’t comnt but asked her to sit while they talked.
"I feel fine. Don’t worry about your mother; I won’t die until I see my grandson Dax get married," Natalie said, smiling.
However,
Bella felt her blood run cold at the thought of her son Dax getting married.
Just as Bella was about to say sothing, Natalie continued, "Oh right, Bella. I forgot to ask you; I heard you are pregnant—"
"Cough...cough..."
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