Bella and Tristan left the hotel not long after.
Tonight, Tristan deliberately didn’t bring a driver or bodyguard, as usual, because he wanted to spend his night with Bella alone.
However, Bella felt worried when she saw him driving in the middle of a busy road. They were driving alongside office workers returning ho, and the street looked busy.
She glanced at him several tis, wanting to express her worries, but failed. A few more minutes passed, and they finally stopped at the traffic light.
"Hubby, you should have used a driver," Bella said, glancing at him concerned. "The roads are still buzzing with cars; I thought we would encounter traffic ahead."
"It’s fine," Tristan said, glancing at her while fixing her hair. He smiled lovingly at her.
He continued, "I want to spend this night with you—just the two of us. Besides, this is my first ti driving you in this city. I want to create new mories for you to cherish." Then his hand slowly slipped down to caress her cheek gently.
Bella said nothing but smiled as she felt her heart swell. But it didn’t take long before she thought bitterly when mories of their early married days danced in her mind. Her husband had never once co to this city with her.
’Co on, Bella, stop rembering those sad parts of your life. Cherish the mories now. Just think the old Tristan already died long ago.’ She tried to cheer herself up, putting aside her bitter mories.
"What do you want to eat?" She asked, trying to distract her mind.
"Whatever you like, dear..." Tristan playfully answered her. "I will be your driver tonight, Ma’am. You are free to order around."
Bella chuckled. She was confused about choosing the place to eat. Even though East City was her ho base, she didn’t have many mories of this place.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Sinclair, but I’m also unfamiliar with this city. I didn’t spend my youth here. I don’t know many good places to eat or hang out," she said, looking out the window.
She watched the streets grow busier, with many cars passing and people walking on the sidewalks. This was unfamiliar to her, as she rarely encountered traffic after moving to a remote area in northern Sweden.
And their house in the capital wasn’t situated along busy streets like these.
The car moved again, and Tristan focused on driving as Bella tried to recall enjoyable places to visit in the city.
Before long, their car reached Riverside.
Bella rembers enjoying visiting Riverside when she was little. This river reminded her of the Hangang River in Seoul, which she often saw in Korean dramas that she recently watched with her mother and Aunty Noora.
"Tristan, let’s spend so ti at Riverside. We can stroll in the park and grab a bite to eat at one of the food stalls or restaurants there," Bella suggested but hesitated when she rembered it was a public place and worried they might be recognized.
"Of course, dear," Tristan replied. He promptly changed direction and soon parked near the river in the public parking area.
"Let’s go!" said Tristan, excited to see a public place he had never visited. However, he was confused when he saw Bella, seeming reluctant to step out.
"Hubby, do you have a cap?" Bella asked while looking around. She could spot a few people walking in the park.
"A cap!?" Tristan asked, confused. "I think there’s no cap in this car. Why are you suddenly asking? Do you want to wear a cap!?"
When he saw her shake her head, Tristan beca even more confused.
"Wife, it looks like sothing out there is stealing your attention. What is it?" he asked.
Bella tore her gaze away from outside and turned to see him, but she was stunned when she saw Tristan lean closer to her, his line of sight focusing outside.
She didn’t answer him; instead, she asked him to wait. "Please wait in the car. I’ll be right back," she said before opening the door.
Tristan furrowed his brow when he heard her order.
Before he could ask for an explanation, Bella exited the car. She walked toward the row of stands selling various items a few ters from the parking lot.
"What is she doing?" he muttered softly. Soon, a faint smile graced his lips as he realized what his wife was doing.
Suddenly, sothing crossed Tristan’s mind. He imdiately took his cell phone and sent several short ssages to Dylan.
"Well, my wife, it’s about ti," Tristan felt a thrill as he turned his gaze back at her.
His smile widened when he saw her walk back to the car and later give him a black baseball cap.
"Do you want to wear this?"
"Yes, I don’t want anyone to recognize you. I’m worried soone might secretly take our picture and upload it on social dia and the internet," Bella responded while wearing the baseball cap to hide her face.
Even though she knew no one would recognize her, she didn’t want to wake up in the morning and find her face appearing on any gossip news portal.
Tristan didn’t say anything, but he found it amusing to see her worry. He smiled while wearing a baseball cap as they walked hand in hand along the river away from the parking lot.
The temperature around the river was quite pleasant, and not many people walked with them there, which lessened Bella’s worry. She tried to enjoy their intimacy in a public space, which made her heart race again, and she liked it so much.
"Why are you worried soone might know about our relationship and publish it? Are you still not allowing to announce it?" he asked casually.
She looked up to et his gaze and was surprised to see his gloomy expression.
"Hubby, I..." Sohow, Bella couldn’t bring herself to answer him. She didn’t know, but she was still uncomfortable if anyone knew they were married.
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