"My wife and son told a lot about you. Hearing what they said made realize I owe you a thank you, Sean Spencer..." Tristan said sincerely. "Thank you so much for what you did for them."
Even though Tristan was annoyed with Sean, he couldn’t hate him because this man did nothing wrong. What happened to Bella several years ago was solely his own fault.
"Even though I know you love my wife, I can’t hate you for that," Tristan continued, clenching his fist. He held his jealousy because this man had fallen in love with his wife long before him.
Sean frowned, listening to what Tristan was trying to say.
"However, you need to understand where you place, Sean. Bella is my wife, the woman I love, and my son’s mother. I hope you don’t have feelings for her anymore, especially since I am close to your family and your parents. I don’t want my friendship with your father weakened or even damaged because of you."
Although Tristan appreciates what Sean did for his family when they settled in Sweden, he has to draw a line so that Sean understands that there is no room for his feelings towards Bella.
"I understand," Sean responded calmly, but inwardly, he could feel his heartache again. However, he clearly understood what Tristan had said. He knew where he stood in this situation. That’s why he couldn’t befriend Bella, even though his mind told him otherwise.
Torn by his emotions, Sean was at a loss for words. His silence starkly reflected his inner turmoil. He turned his gaze away, looking in the direction of their car.
He was surprised to realize the car was still in the business district, near Bella’s company—they were just circling the area.
Knowing this, Sean couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. He thought Tristan would drive him straight to his father, but it seed he was just teasing him. Sigh!
When Tristan saw Sean, he seed to avoid eye contact with him as if he had been deeply lost in thought. Tristan couldn’t help but ask, "Sean, is there sothing you want to say to ?"
"Yes," Sean turned to face Tristan again. This ti, his gaze was sharp enough to surprise Tristan.
"Tristan Sinclair, do you really love her? I an, why now? Why not before she left? Did you chase her back because of Dax?" He asked.
Sean expressed his thoughts despite Bella’s already answering the question. However, he still needed to hear directly from Tristan.
Tristan didn’t imdiately answer, but a small smile appeared at the edge of his lips upon hearing Sean’s question.
He often heard this question from Bella, his grandfather, and even Isaac Donovan. His answer was always the sa, but this ti, he needed to clarify why he only chased Bella after she left.
"My mind was too slow to realize that I loved her. I only felt the loss when she left. As soon as she vanished from my life—" Tristan’s voice trembled, recalling when he chased her at the airport but didn’t find her.
Since then, he felt like half of his soul had been lost with her, and his heart had beco empty.
He never even thought about glancing at other won because his mind was filled with only her. The mories about her never left his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget.
Several tis, he even considered being a single man for the rest of his life if he couldn’t find her again. But it seems God gave him a second chance to et and unite with her again.
For this second chance, Tristan vows that he will love Bella much more than she loves him. He will never repeat his stupidity of ignoring his love for her.
...
Sean felt his heart shut once more when he heard Tristan’s reply. He could see and feel that all the words Tristan had said ca from his heart.
He knew Tristan was honest; Tristan truly loved Bella.
’God! So, I have no chance to win Bella’s heart? Really?’ Sean couldn’t help but vent his frustration. ’Why give this deep love for her if I cannot be with her? Why give hope if You never allow to be with her?’
It was hard for Sean to understand why God didn’t grant him a happy ending in his love life or why He didn’t favor him.
There were so many questions he needed answers to from God, but of course, now, there was no answer for all those questions.
Sean silently sighed deeply and turned his gaze to the street ahead.
However, it didn’t take long for Tristan to break the silence.
"That’s my answer to your question, Sean..." Tristan’s words snapped Sean back from his miserable thoughts. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Sean cleared his throat before responding to Tristan.
"Well, man... this is not a question, but I want to inform you that I will et Dax this weekend."
Tristan frowned at that. Before he could ask Sean what he ant, Sean spoke again.
"There’s nothing I want to ask you. You can ask your driver to stop..." Sean said while glancing behind. He could see his car following theirs.
Even though Tristan was confused by Sean’s words, he still asked his driver to stop the car.
"What do you an about eting Dax!?" Tristan asked before Sean stepped out of the car.
"I will definitely co to the lunch party at your house—" Sean said and stepped out of the car. He didn’t bother to glance at Tristan, who was still confused by the sudden ntion of a lunch party.
"Lunch party?" Tristan muttered while watching Sean get into his own car. He didn’t know there would be a lunch party at his house; Bella hadn’t told him about it.
"Sir, where do we go now?" Reid asked, glancing at Tristan through the rearview mirror.
"Office—" Tristan answered as he took out his cell phone. He needed to ask his wife whether she had arranged a party or if Sean just wanted to piss him off.
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