Next morning.
It was almost seven o’clock. Noora hurriedly walked to the main villa. She wants to go straight upstairs to Dax’s room to wake him.
However, just as Noora was about to ascend the stairs, her steps halted when she saw a man with fast, steady, and graceful strides approaching her.
Noora’s brow furrowed slightly as the man drew nearer, and his face became more apparent. Instantly, she gasped in shock as she recognized that the tall, elegant, and handsome figure was none other than Master Tristan Sinclair.
"W-What? What’s happening?" Noora muttered softly, taken aback by what she saw. "How come I see Master Tristan here? Shouldn’t he be in Singapore and only arriving here a couple of days from now?"
Noora blinked several times, trying to assure herself that what she witnessed was merely her imagination.
"Am I dreaming?" She whispered.
However, Tristan drew closer, and Noora heard his charming voice.
"Good morning, Noora. Why did you look stunned like that? Is there something wrong?" Tristan asks rhetorically and casually, walking past her and ascending to the second floor.
"Heavens! Is that you, Master Tristan? How? I mean, weren’t you supposed to be in Singapore?" Noora hurriedly climbed the stairs, following closely behind.
Tristan’s swift, purposeful strides left Noora several steps behind. She saw him halt, waiting for her not far from the staircase’s end. When she reached the top, she stood before him.
"Forgive me, Master Tristan. I was just shocked and curious. If I may ask, why are you already here? From what I heard from Young Master Dax, you are in Singapore and will only arrive here two days later?"
"Oh, did Dax tell you that? Hmmm…I, too, was as shocked as you, Noora. Maybe because I love my wife and son a little too much." Tristan cheerfully said, smiling.
"S-Sir, you did a great job," Noora couldn’t help but praise him, giving Tristan two thumbs up. "Young Master Dax will be thrilled to see you. He talked about you a lot yesterday..."
"He did? Thank you for telling me this, Noora. Do you want to wake my son?" Tristan asked.
"Yes, sir. Young Master Dax was supposed to do his martial arts training this morning, but I fell asleep, so I was going to wake him..." Noora lowered her gaze, feeling embarrassed and guilty for the mistake.
"It’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll tell Dax I insist you let me wake him first."
"Thank you, sir."
Tristan walked towards Dax’s room. However, before he entered, he stopped and looked at Noora. "Noora, please don’t wake Bella. I’ll wake her later..."
Noora nodded, understanding Tristan’s plan. A smile of approval radiated from her eyes.
’Good luck, Master!’ Noora whispered in her heart. She strongly supports Master Tristan in reuniting with Miss Bella after she learns the truth about what happened in the past from Geoffrey.
...
Tristan slowly opened the door. It was dark, and the bright light from outside couldn’t come in, blocked by the tightly closed thick curtains.
He walked to the window and drew the curtains aside to let in light. Seeing his son still asleep, the blanket no longer covering his body but at the tips of his feet, made him smile.
Tristan approached the bed and sat on the edge. He noticed his son’s pajamas slightly pushed up, revealing his ample stomach and chubby hand resting on it.
Seeing him sleeping like this, he didn’t have the heart to wake him up.
However, when Tristan remembered that his son had to practice martial arts, he gently patted Dax’s hand while calling his name.
Tristan leaned closer and whispered, "Dax..." When he saw Dax’s eyelids move and slowly open, he continued, "Good morning, my son."
Dax’s eyes widened upon hearing the familiar voice. He turned to look in its direction and was shocked to see his father.
"Da-Daddy?" he asked in his hoarse voice. He was astonished. How could his father be sitting on his bed now?
"A-Are you really here? Or am I just dreaming?" Dax continued after several blinks to ensure his father was still there. And indeed, his father was still there, smiling at him. He immediately sat up.
Tristan’s smile widened. "You’re not dreaming, my son," He helped Dax sit up and embraced him.
"Oh my god, Daddy... so you are back!?"
"I flew back immediately after finishing work..." he said.
But Tristan wasn’t entirely honest because he was supposed to meet with executives at his company on the second day. However, after hearing that Bella was hospitalized, he canceled the meeting and immediately flew back to Astington.
As soon as Tristan released his embrace, Dax smiled with happiness. He couldn’t believe that God had immediately answered his prayer — He had sent his father back to holiday with them.
However, Dax’s smile slowly vanished when he remembered something. He asked, "Daddy, did you return because I made you worry...?" His face looked tense.
Tristan smoothed Dax’s messy hair. "Of course not, Dax. I came back quickly because I missed you and your mommy."
"Thank you, Daddy..." Dax smiled even wide before he continued, "Can we go fishing today?" his eyes blinked, waiting for the answer.
"Sure. But, now you have to get ready. Aunty Noora is waiting outside. She said you have training with Geoffrey."
Instantly, Dax jumped out of bed. "Oh my, I overslept. Daddy, I’m sorry. Even though I still miss you, I can’t talk much with you now. I have to go to practice immediately. Are you okay with that?"
Tristan laughed amusedly when he saw how adorable he was. "Sure, Dax. We can continue our discussion later. Besides, I also need to wake up your mother. I need to talk to her. You know what I mean, right?"
Dax’s steps halted just before he was about to enter the bathroom. He turned to his father, who was standing near the bedroom door.
"Daddy, I hope you win back my mommy’s heart this time."
When Tristan listened to Dax’s words, his heart grew tense. He could only smile at him and say, "I will do my best, son. And please pray for me."