A few days later, the temperature dropped as fall officially arrived in the city.
The hot news that Tristan Sinclair has a girlfriend still dominates the entire Astington dia. The identity of Tristan Sinclair’s girlfriend has not yet been found.
So of Tristan Sinclair’s die-hard fans are willing to pay detectives to find the lucky woman who tad him, but no one has been successful.
However, this morning, a new announcent appeared on the Sinclair Group’s official website stating that Tristan Sinclair already has a wife.
The official announcent once again made A-Netz and journalists even crazier.
New articles are starting to appear, beating the news about celebrities promoting their latest films and politicians trying to gain votes in several regions for next year’s presidential election. Their news becos the bottom of the list, and no one reads it.
"Tristan Sinclair, the number one bachelor in this country, is no longer single!"
"Who is the lucky woman who conquered the heart of Tristan Sinclair?"
"The rumors have said Tristan Sinclair’s wife is a celebrity."
"Why is the announcent so sudden? Is the woman pregnant?"
"The rich CEO Tristan Sinclair finally got married!"
Bella smirked when she heard Aunty Noora reading the news on the internet. Several tis, Bella glanced at her and found it amusing how serious she looked while reading from her iPad and giggling.
"Aunty, stop reading those silly articles," Bella said before resuming her cheesecake and drinking milk.
Instead of stopping, Noora continued to read and even opened the comnt page. She wanted to read A-Netz’s opinion, but after reading a few comnts, she started cursing.
"What the hell? These people are so stupid. How could they attack you?"
"OMG! Bella...I an...young miss," Noora shouted without looking at Bella, "You have to report them. How dare they call you slut!? These stupid people...Tsk...tsk!"
Bella shook her head, ignoring her while taking another bite of her last cheesecake.
"This... This one even cursed you to die...because you snatched her imaginary husband!? What the hell...let make an account. I will fight them!" Noora said; she could feel her blood boiling.
"Stop it, Aunty Noora!" Bella no longer spoke nicely to her. When she saw Noora finally look at her, she continued, "Aunty, you might end up in the ergency room because of your blood pressure. Don’t mind them; soone will take care of them."
Noora finally put the iPad on the table, but when her eyes fixed on the empty plate, she was taken aback. Not a single slice of cake was left. She rembered she had brought eight slices of cheesecake.
’Did Dax co here to help her eat while I was reading the gossip news!?’ Noora wondered as she saw Bella wiping her mouth with a white napkin. With her other hand, she held an empty milk glass.
A faint line appeared on Noora’s forehead as she narrowed her eyes at Bella.
’Is it really possible that the cheesecake just vanished like that?’ She almost choked on her own thoughts. ’Young miss? Yes, it must be her. She’s the one who ate those eight slices of cake. Wait, why is she eating so much lately?’
Noora swallowed as she started to realize sothing she had been trying to ignore—Bella’s pregnancy.
Her eyes slowly went down to Bella’s belly, trying to see if there were any changes there. However, seeing her wearing an oversized sweater, she failed to notice any baby bump.
Unable to hold it longer, Noora asks her, "Young miss..."
"Aunty Noora," Bella interrupted before Noora could finish her words. "Can you please stop calling that? I’m no longer a Young Miss. Could you just call Bella?"
Once again, Bella protested. She found it strange that Noora still called her that, even though she had already asked her to stop.
Ignoring Bella’s request, Noora asked, "Miss, how many weeks is your pregnancy?"
"If I’m not mistaken, seven or eight. I’m—" Bella’s sentence suddenly stopped when she realized she had fallen into Noora’s trap.
’Darn! Why did I answer her right away?’ Bella shook her head slowly while holding back laughter as she revealed her secret about her pregnancy to Noora.
She hoped Noora hadn’t heard it, but when she saw Noora’s eyes were red, no, filled with tears, Bella could only smile bitterly. It looks like she can’t hide any longer about her pregnancy.
"Young Miss, how could you hide this from ?" Noora expressed her disappointnt in the middle of her sobs. "Since when did you know?" she continued, wiping her tears.
Bella shared with her aunt how she found out about her pregnancy and went to the hospital to confirm it with the obstetrician-gynecologist.
"Oh my goodness, miss... when you went to the hospital to see Henry, did you also et with your doctor?"
"Yes. I’m sorry, Aunty Noora if I didn’t share this good news right away," Bella said softly. "I just worry about sharing it too early because I was scared sothing terrible happened like in the past. You know what I an—" she could not continue her words.
"I understand, young miss. I understand..." Noora finally controlled her overflowing emotions.
"Thank you, Aunty..."
"But, miss, you must tell sooner so I can provide healthy food. Huh...oh my God..." Noora covered her mouth with her palm when she realized sothing. "Heavens! Young Miss, I have so many clues from Master Tristan, but I’m too ignorant to notice them."
Noora can’t hold her laughs when Tristan’s weird task now fills her mind.
"What do you an?" Bella asked.
"Master Tristan asked to fill the refrigerator with healthy food, fruit, and milk daily! And I must change the fresh food in the fridge every morning," Noora explained.
"Really?" Bella was taken aback. "Wow, I didn’t know about it."
"And Master Tristan also asked to make sure to give you a snack between your main als."
"No wonder you often give food. I thought you already knew about my pregnancy and pretended not to know," Bella smiled.
"No, I didn’t know at all. I was suspicious, but I didn’t dare ask. I was afraid you would scold again."
"Well, only the three of us know."
"You also didn’t want to tell your mother about it?"
Bella was silent for a mont before she answered, "Since you already know, I think it’s okay for my mother to know, too." She couldn’t hide her pregnancy forever.
"Do you want so cake and milk again?" Noora offered.
"No, Aunty. I’m full," Bella refused. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "Well, I need to work now."
While Bella and Noora were chatting, an article appeared on LegitFact.cam without their realizing it.
[Tristan Sinclair’s Wife’s Identity Discovered!]
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