Tristan closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind so that his little brother down there wouldn’t wake up. Or he will betray his promise.
"You said you wanted to give me the best honeymoon experience. I’m really looking forward to it, Mr. Sinclair."
Bella held her laughter when she heard him growl.
"I know... Oh, dear... I’ve made plans," Tristan said softly, slowly opening his eyes and looking at her. "I will arrange the best Honeymoon ever for my lovely wife..."
He stroked her hair while smiling at her. However, inside, he really regretted saying that because the idea of waiting any longer before he could touch her was starting to torment him.
Bella, "..."
Seeing how red Tristan’s face was now, Bella could guess what he was thinking. She needed to change the conversation to divert his attention. If she couldn’t distract him, there’s a huge chance they’ll end up making love tonight.
"Tristan, let’s sleep. I have to go to the office tomorrow morning; I have an important meeting with my legal team to sue Laura Kiels’ buzzer." She immediately stood up from the sofa, trying to calm her loud heartbeat.
Bella would be lying if she said she didn’t want to make love to him, too. She wanted it!
However, she also wanted to experience what Tristan had planned for them—a romantic night just with him, like the honeymoon she had dreamed of.
And if Tristan continues to tease her now, she might give up waiting for their romantic honeymoon.
Badum! Badum!
That strange noise in her heart started to torture her again.
Bella walked towards the walk-in closet. When she looked inside, she was shocked.
She saw several items from her grandfather’s house neatly arranged there and several new items she had never seen before. She already knew that Tristan had asked his maid to move Dax and her things to this house, but she was utterly stunned to find out he had bought many new things for her.
Bella entered the walk-in closet. She couldn’t help but faintly take a deep sigh, looking at the usually empty cupboard, which is now filled with branded items, ranging from evening gowns, glamorous dresses, and office sets from her favorite brands to home clothes that suit her style.
The room could also accommodate a collection of bags, shoes, and accessories that she usually saw in magazines; now, they were neatly arranged in front of her.
’Gosh! You don’t need to do this, Tristan. I’m not that kind of woman who cares too much about this stuff...’
"Do you like it?"
Tristan’s voice startled Bella. She turned to look towards the door and saw Tristan leaning against it, crossing his arms over his chest.
She silently swallowed hard when her gaze fell on his strong arm muscles. And the weird thought started to fill her mind again; she wanted to place herself between his arms.
’Gosh! Hold yourself, Bella!’ she reminded herself, slightly shaking her head to push away her sultry thoughts.
After a few seconds, Bella looked into Tristan’s eyes again. "Hmm, I like it. But why did you buy me so many new things? Why didn’t you just bring all the clothes and other things from my Grandpa’s house?"
Even though she didn’t have many clothes and things at her Grandpa’s house, there were enough for her to use. Some of the clothes are new. She bought them when she arrived in this city.
Suddenly, Bella’s mind began to fill with memories of her shopping at Mogul Mega Mall that day, the first time she met Tristan. And this shameless man followed her shopping, even giving her his credit card.
Bella narrowed her eyes at him. ’Oh, wait!! Did he deliberately trick me into using his card? And now, he also got my clothes and shoe sizes from Flyte, right??’ She remembered shopping at her favorite clothing store at that time.
Sigh!
A faint smile crossed Bella’s lips when she realized Tristan’s trickery. He had been following her shopping and doing something behind her back without her realizing it. Thinking about it, she felt amused and impressed with his effort.
"I like spending my money on the woman I love, so buying all these things is like happy medicine for me," he said in his calm voice, but Bella almost laughed hearing his choice of words.
Bella was speechless.
She could only vent her sarcasm in her mind, ’Nice try, Mr. Tristan Shameless Sinclair... but stop using such flowery words; it makes me cringe.’
Tristan continued when he saw she didn’t say anything. "And if we spend the night at Grandpa Isaac’s house one day, you still have clothes there."
Bella, "..."
What kind of reason is that?
Their house was a three-minute walk away, so it seemed impossible for them to spend the night there.
Taking a deep breath, Bella approached the door and said, "My rich husband, I shall thank you for your generosity..." She smiled at him.
His facial expression lifted as if he’d just witnessed his wife open a silent invitation for him to choose his reward.
"I think a kiss would be better than words. Can I choose a kiss instead of—"
"NO!" Bella immediately cut him off. She knew what he was thinking.
Bella walked past him and ran into the bathroom, turning the knob and locking it. She stood by the door rubbing her heart, trying to calm its noisy heartbeat.
Badum! Badum!
’Arabella Donovan! Please be calm...’
Several times, Bella took a deep breath before she could drag her feet to face the mirror to check her appearance. However, what she saw shocked her; her face was red, like a boiled crab.
She could only laugh in her heart while starting to remove her clothes. But once again, Tristan’s voice from outside made her almost choke.
"My darling wife, can we take a bath together? To save time and clean water?" He shouted, pleading.
A faint smile framed her face as she mumbled, "How shameless!"