Chapter 164: Tristan’s confession to Damian
At 10 in the morning...
Valerie didn’t know what to do; Daniel was at school, and she had finished exercising, now slling good and beautiful in a blue dress with open sleeves, her hair flowing freely. She left the room and found her husband sitting casually on the side terrace, playing with his phone.
"Hmm... How he enjoys his ti," she said with a thin smile, then approached her husband.
"You’re like a kid enjoying a long vacation." She took her husband’s phone and then sat on his lap.
"Hey... I’m playing a ga!" Damian tried to grab his phone back.
"No..."
"Honey, please... It’s a new ga..."
"I don’t care..." Valerie shook her head, smiling, then placed Damian’s phone near his lazy legs.
Damian imdiately pouted.
"I’m lonely," Valerie said again, embracing Damian’s neck while looking at his handso but still sulking face. "Tell
what you want... Your phone, or
forever. I have many functions... and do you want your wife to be lonely in difficult tis because she’s carrying your child?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
Instantly Damian smiled.
"Of course, I don’t want that... It makes
feel like a useless husband," he said.
"Hmm..." Valerie smiled, gazing at Damian’s face. "So what will you do to keep your wife from being lonely?"
"Umm..."
"Tell ..."
"Maybe..." Damian bit his lower lip, and then his hands caressed Valerie’s waist, moving up to her breasts.
"Can it be sothing other than sex?" Valerie asked. "There are many things won want besides sex! Even sex is exhausting when you’re heavily pregnant."
"So, tell
what you want," Damian requested.
"Massage."
"Massage?" Damian raised his eyebrows.
Valerie just smiled, then quickly got up from his lap, walking towards the bedroom.
Damian imdiately followed her until they reached the bedroom. She imdiately lounged on the bed, wiggling her toes.
"Massage , from the feet to the calves," Valerie said.
Damian smiled faintly, then sat on the edge of the bed and began to hold her feet. He massaged her gently, looking at her nails which were starting to grow long with a natural clean color.
"Don’t you want to use nail polish?" he asked.
"Hmm... I don’t like it," Valerie replied, furrowing her brows and looking at her nails. "I don’t like wearing nail polish or other decorations. It makes
feel uncomfortable, my nails feel thick and dirty... I prefer natural."
"Yeah... And I like it too." Damian lifted Valerie’s foot and kissed it.
"Maybe it stinks!" Valerie imdiately pulled her foot back, but Damian held it. "I have trouble brushing them... They must sll!"
Damian chuckled, looking at Valerie with her big belly; it made sense that she struggled to bend over to clean her toenails.
"I’ll help you," he said while continuing to massage.
Valerie sighed. "Yes... It’s better than
having to clean them at the salon. I might vomit because I don’t like the hair treatnt scents there... There must be a lot of won getting their hair treated."
"You like everything natural... Even your beautiful hair is natural..."
"Hmm... Maybe I’ll cut it when our baby is one month old."
"Why?" Damian furrowed his brows, imagining Valerie with short hair, for so reason it gave him shivers.
"The baby will grab my hair. That would be bad!"
"Hmmm... But I don’t like won with short hair."
Valerie imdiately rolled her eyes. "So, what does it an when you say you’ll always love
in all situations if, in the end, you’ll say you don’t like
just because I have short hair?" she asked with a sarcastic look.
"Um..." Damian imdiately got nervous.
"Are you going to try to find a new girl right away who will charm you because of her long hair? Then you’ll just discard
because I have short hair, even though you know I have short hair to avoid our child’s attacks?"
"No..." Damian shook his head. "It’s not like that, honey..."
Valerie imdiately pouted and pulled her foot away. "Don’t massage
anymore. You’re an... You don’t love
sincerely... You just want
to stay like this, maybe you’ll turn away from
when I’m old!" She imdiately lay down and turned her position, hugging a pillow.
"Honey..." Damian sighed. "Why are you getting angry? I haven’t even explained yet!"
Valerie just remained silent, not wanting to listen to Damian until suddenly she heard a knock on the door from outside, but that didn’t make her respond. She chose to stay in that position and let her husband open the door.
...
Damian saw Viviane.
"What’s up?"
"Mr. Tristan Handers is here with his wife, they’re waiting for you," Viviane explained.
Damian furrowed his brows instantly rembering Tristan’s strange behavior and Karina’s at the hospital, and at that ti Fanny’s condition was getting worse.
"Okay, I’ll et them," he said flatly.
Viviane nodded and then stepped back a few steps, letting Damian pass as he left the room to the stairs leading to the ground floor.
...
In the living room, Karina sat anxiously and kept hugging Tristan’s arm, her anxiety growing as she saw Damian coming with his usual indifferent gaze, not as friendly as usual, as if he already disliked their presence.
"Could he already suspect ?" she whispered so softly.
"It’s better you stay quiet, I’ll do the talking," Tristan whispered back, glancing at Karina.
Karina imdiately took a long breath, feeling so suffocated especially since her big belly was also part of the reason she felt suffocated.
"Very surprised you ca here," Damian said, sitting on another sofa, right in the corner opposite Tristan and Karina.
Tristan smiled thinly, suddenly feeling nervous.
"The last ti we t, you both seed tense and didn’t want to talk to ," Damian said, frowning seriously at them. "That really made
curious, wondering what happened to both of you..."
"Um... Actually, at that ti we were experiencing a little misunderstanding," Tristan said anxiously.
"Oh really? What kind of misunderstanding?"
"Um... that..."
"Ah, it’s not an important issue!" Damian didn’t let Tristan finish. "Now just tell
what your purpose is for coming here... Isn’t that the most important thing?"
Tristan nodded then bit his lower lip, looking at Damian with uncertainty, rembering how easily he got emotional and furious, making him afraid to be honest now.
’Oh no... But I have to say it to resolve this issue... If not, Karina will remain the villain and scared woman. This is part of my way of showing her that I can make her calm again in any situation,’ he thought.
Damian remained silent with his serious gaze, especially on Karina who didn’t even dare to look into his eyes.
’I’m sure there’s sothing,’ he thought.
"Damian," Tristan whispered anxiously, grabbing Damian’s attention once again. "I... Actually, I know sothing that surprised
too. But I hope you can accept this and... And forgive."
Damian furrowed his brow. "What do you an? Why should I forgive? I’m not God!"
"I know, but this has made you and Valerie feel unsafe," Tristan explained, then glanced at Karina. "My wife... She made a mistake... A huge mistake, which caused Hannah to lose her baby."
Damian suddenly took a deep breath, feeling suffocated, his eyes sharpening, recalling the issue of Hannah falling down the stairs.
"So, it was you who instructed Fanny?" He asked, focusing on Karina.
Karina just nodded.
"Why did you do that? Did you also go to the hospital to see Fanny and make her critical again?"
Once again, Karina just nodded, too afraid to et Damian’s eyes.
Damian imdiately clenched his teeth, tightened his fists, and quickly stood up, grabbing the flower vase in front of him, throwing it to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
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