After enjoying a warm dinner together, Bella bid farewell to return home.
She had nothing left to discuss with Tristan regarding Dax’s future.
Earlier, they both agreed that Dax would visit Tristan’s house four times a week. Dax is only allowed to use his computer room when Max or an adult is in the room to accompany and supervise him.
They also agreed to provide additional activities for their son, such as learning music and martial arts. As the successor of the Sinclair Family, Dax must be trained from an early age to have good knowledge and physical power.
At first, Bella objected, but she eventually agreed after hearing Tristan’s reasoning that it was all for Dax’s future and nothing else.
Bella followed Tristan, who carried Dax in his arms. She couldn’t believe her son had fallen asleep right before they were about to go home.
She tries to wake him up, but Tristan stops her.
"Tristan, please lay him in the back seat. It’s fine if he’s alone in the back..." Bella said while she opened the back door.
However, Tristan didn’t place Dax immediately; he turned to see Bella.
"How about if you get in the back seat and hold him? I will drive you back—"
Bella was surprised. Why did he insist on driving them? Her house was less than a five-minute car ride away.
"Give me the key. And please hurry," He said gently and very softly, but Bella could hear it, and his tone was like someone sincerely cared and begged to give comfort.
So she had no choice but to give him the key and get into the car. After Tristan placed Dax’s head in her lap, he immediately got behind the wheel.
They drove silently as Bella was preoccupied with her thoughts about what Tristan had said earlier. He would continue to pursue her, whether she was interested or not.
She felt as if her words were being ignored, exchanged for his persistence in pursuing her despite a clear warning that he was not in her future plans.
This Tristan Shameless Sinclair wouldn’t easily back down.
...
The vehicle parked before the house’s main entrance a few minutes later.
Tristan immediately got out of the car and helped to carry Dax.
At the same time, Noora appears behind the door to help Bella carry Dax — earlier, Bella texted her about it. However, she was shocked when Tristan stepped out of the car.
This was the first time she had seen him in so many years, and somehow, she felt excited and nervous simultaneously.
She walked toward the car and greeted Tristan politely.
"S-Sir... Ma-Master Tristan..." Noora slowly bowed her head. She never dares to see him in the eyes, as this man is cold toward them when they still stay in his house.
"Hello, it’s been a while, Noora..." Tristan greeted her warmly. He felt grateful to this woman for caring for his family during their hard times.
"Thank you so much for taking care of Bella and Dax for me," He continued. "—Well, you know what, Noora? Thank you... it is not enough to express my gratitude to you..."
Noora almost trips on her own feet when she hears that. This was the first time she had heard Tristan Sinclair speak to her more than a word. She couldn’t help but question her eyes and ears when she saw Tristan Sinclair being kind and different from what she knew about him.
Not only was Noora shocked, but Bella almost choked at his words.
"Ma-Master Tr-Tristan..." Noora’s voice slightly trembled, and she felt nervous about this cold master speaking to her. "—That’s my duty to care for my young miss and young master. You don’t have to worry about it," she said, lowering her head to smile silently.
Tristan merely smiled and didn’t utter anything. He glanced at Bella beside her, "Can you show the way to our son’s room?"
Noora blinked multiple times upon hearing the gentle and loving way Tristan spoke to Bella. It made her feel like they were still married.
’Did I just dream that?!’ Noora wondered as she pinched her cheeks. If she felt pain, she would swallow her tears. And she is indeed feeling pain. ’Heaven!! This is weird... Why is this man completely different than the last time I met him?’
Noora glanced at Bella, curious to see her expression. When she saw Bella rolling her eyes while walking ahead, she couldn’t help but laugh inwardly while following them from behind. At least her young miss is still in her right mind now.
"S-Sir... I could carry young master Dax upstairs. Please give him to me..." Noora said. But Tristan refused. He continued to walk into the house. He felt his heart slightly tremble upon entering the house.
This house was a gift Tristan had given his grandpa, but he never knew that his grandpa had given it to Isaac Donovan. As if God had already arranged everything, after so many years, Bella and Dax would live here.
Tristan felt grateful because he had never sold his own house besides this house. Now, he had the opportunity to live closely with them.
"M-Master Tristan... Youg master Dax is quite heavy; you’ll get tired of climbing—" Before Noora could finish her words, she heard Bella stop her.
"Aunty Noora, it’s okay. You can take a rest…" Bella knew Tristan would not let Noora take Dax now.
"Yes, young miss," Noora excused herself.
...
Bella led Tristan up to Dax’s bedroom on the second floor. Dax had already cleaned himself before they returned from Tristan’s house so he could go straight to bed.
After placing Dax on the bed, they didn’t stay in Dax’s room for too long. He immediately got out and excused himself.
Bella walked him to the entrance.
"No need to walk me out, Bella. Go back inside." He smiled while looking at her standing at the entrance.
Bella didn’t say anything; she only stood there staring at him. Something was bothering her now, but she felt reluctant to express it.