Tristan leaned closer to her. "He is my son too. Let pay for everything. Please, Bella... Don’t stop ..." He whispers gently, but Bella feels this man stating sothing she can’t refuse.
Bella felt angry, but she couldn’t do anything. She silently took a deep breath, looking at the shopkeeper packing everything she had chosen for Dax.
’Only this ti, Bella!! Never give him a chance!’ Bella reminds herself.
When Bella saw seven large paper bags lined up, almost filling the cashier’s desk, she could only laugh bitterly in her heart. ’Gosh, how can I buy that much?’
...
"Mr. Sinclair, do you want us to send this to your address?" the cashier asked.
"Let —" Bella couldn’t finish her words because Tristan chid in.
"No need, thank you. Soone will pick it up…" Tristan said while glancing at the door. He saw Dylan standing there with two n in black suits. He gestured for them to enter and took the paper bag.
Bella, "..."
She was surprised to see three n appear to take the paper bag. She recognized the man with glasses; it was Dylan, Tristan’s assistant.
In the past, Dylan never talked to her casually; he always spoke to her seriously and formally, and he never even showed his smile at her.
But Bella was surprised to see Dylan warmly smile at her just now. He even greeted her politely.
Bella couldn’t help but think; Dylan and his boss acted strangely as if soone possessed them.
"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Sinclair, for shopping in our store..." the cashier said politely while returning his card and the receipt.
But Tristan did not accept it. He said, "Give it to my wife…"
Bella still glanced at Dylan, shocked beyond words, when she heard Tristan’s words. She glared at him as if wanting to say through her gaze, "Are you forgetting sothing? We are not husband and wife anymore!! And why should I save your card!?"
Tristan smiled, looking at her annoyed expression. He turned his eyes to Dylan, ignoring her protesting gaze.
Before Bella could voice her thoughts, the cashier said, "Ms. Sinclair, this is our mbership VVIP card. You could get a discount if you shop in our store in any city." She said politely while handing off Tristan’s card, the store VVIP card, and the receipt.
Bella didn’t take it right away but glanced at Tristan again.
However, Tristan seed to ignore her as he spoke to Dylan and two bodyguards as they walked out of the store.
She had no choice but to accept the card, saying, "Thank you..." And placing it in her bag.
When Bella joined Tristan at the store entrance, she hadn’t spotted Dylan and the two n earlier.
"Where are they? What about the stuff we bought?" she asked confusedly while looking around, but she didn’t see them.
"They will send the stuff to your house," Tristan casually said.
Another surprise hit her, "You know my house?"
"Let’s go to the restaurant and talk..." he said, walking away.
Bella sighed deeply.
"This is not yet seven. I still need to buy sothing," she said, heading to the third floor. She couldn’t delay buying her stuff because she would start work tomorrow and needed her formal suit.
Tristan halted his step and turned to see her. He smiled when he saw her walk toward the escalator in the opposite direction from him.
He strode towards her. "Do you need anything?" he asked, standing behind her on the escalator. Bella didn’t answer. "What do you want? You can tell ; maybe I could ask soone to deliver it to you..." He asked again.
Bella is having trouble dealing with Tristan’s shalessness.
The more she ignores him, the more he tries to find ways to talk to her.
Sigh!
’Oh, God... can you silence this shaless Tristan for ? Or can you make him leave alone?’
Bella vented her frustration while walking and looking at the store she wanted to visit — the famous local brand she had liked to wear before she married this shaless Tristan.
She glanced at him, who walked beside her, trying to calm her annoyance.
Walking beside Tristan caused a few people to glance at them. Bella started to worry that she would be in trouble if soone took a picture of them and uploaded it to social dia.
She didn’t want to beco a trending topic on social dia just because she walked with this Playboy!
"Tristan, can you walk a little further away from ?"
"Why?"
"I’m worried that soone will take our photo and upload it on social dia. I don’t want my face to appear on the internet!"
"Why? Am I not handso enough to walk with you?" He asked with a small smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
"Can you stop asking every ti I ask? Could you please just do... it?" She asked nicely, hoping he would agree.
Tristan felt amused hearing her words.
"Don’t worry. I will ask soone to make sure no one takes a picture of us," he said calmly, not wanting to make her angrier.
"Thank you." She answered in a very soft voice, almost inaudible.
Of course, Tristan heard it, and that made him even happier.
Tristan no longer tried to tease her. He let her enter the won’s formal wear boutique.
However, when he noticed the brand, he was surprised. This famous local brand is one of their subsidiaries.
The shop manager who knew him imdiately approached him. Still, Tristan shook his head slowly, asking him not to greet him loudly.
"Sir, welco..." The shop manager whispered as he stood near Tristan.
"Don’t expose this brand as one of my companies. You can help my wife choose whatever she wants..." He orders.
The manager nodded slightly and left Tristan sitting in the corner of the waiting area.
Bella didn’t bother to check on Tristan. She already knew that man would not leave her alone. The more she asked him to leave, the more he would stay. It was better just to ignore him. If he got bored, he would definitely leave on his own.
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