"Edward ..." "Yes, I'm here. How are you? If you call my name, that means you don't have amnesia, right?" Not Aurora, except Sophia, but Edward, who Tristan called when he was ultimately 100% awake from his relatively long sleep. After observing for 60 minutes, the medical team finally declared Tristan's condition was average and excellent. They have even allowed the family to visit and approach the man. As he entered the room and came to the position where Tristan was lying, the first person the man looked for was his best friend, Edward. Feeling disappointed, Sophia, standing in the back row, tried to understand. Maybe it was because Edward meant so much to Tristan that what he was looking for was his best friend, or perhaps it was because Sophia had no meaning at all. That was why Tristan didn't even think about looking for her. Don't be sad, Sophia. You can't be jealous of Edward, can you? "I'm fine, you idiot," Tristan said. "It's a loss if I get amnesia." Jacob and Nichola
After ten days of intensive treatment, today, finally, Tristan was allowed by the doctor to go home immediately. Before actually leaving the hospital, the man first underwent a brief observation. The team of doctors even re-examined every function of all vital organs in Tristan's body. After making sure everything was in good condition, he was invited to leave. "For now, Mr. Tristan should rest for one to three days at home. Don't do activities such as lifting heavy objects, walking up and down stairs, exercising too much energy, and lastly, don't get enough sleep. Don't forget always to take vitamins and healthy food." Aurora and Tristan nodded in unison after listening to what the doctor suggested. Agree not to do things that can worsen health conditions for a smooth healing process. Tristan himself treated Aurora with great care. Even though she could walk upright, she still didn't want to take the risk. He asked the medical staff to move Tristan into a wheelchair to be taken im
Tristan could feel how Aurora treated him very gently. The woman's hands moved freely, caressing the neck, back, and down to the chest. When Aurora's lips greeted him, Tristan seemed to take it for granted. Don't protest, let alone refuse. However, when his eyes were closed, trying to enjoy, a different taste suddenly bothered his senses. It was as if something was blocking him, as if he didn't feel right. At first, Tristan tried to be nonchalant, but the feeling was getting more intense for some reason. Especially when Aurora began to deepen their kiss. In full awareness, Tristan understood that Aurora was already filled with lust at that time. He could even see how the woman's eyes were already very misty and passionate. Her hands kept moving, trying to strip off the pajamas he had just buttoned. When it was re-released, the woman's hand with a long neck grabbed her chest. Caressed it in a circular motion, immediately scooped it up, and squeezed it a little more complicated as i
Tristan seemed to walk casually into the dining room while fixing the location of the tie he was wearing. As soon as he sat perfectly in the chair, Samanta immediately poured orange juice into the man's glass as his employer's companion for breakfast this morning. At first, everything went as usual. Even Aurora, who was sitting next to Tristan, also seemed to enjoy all the food that was served. No more disappointment. Both seemed lost in the atmosphere and chose to forget what had happened last night. However, when the third mouthful entered Tristan's mouth, he seemed to taste something very different. Slowly swallow. Trying to unravel the taste caused by the food he eats. When he found an oddity, he immediately asked. "Samanta," Tristan called immediately. "Yes sir." The young servant immediately rushed over to hear what his master might want to order. "You cooked breakfast this morning?" Tristan inquired curiously. Samanta confidently nodded immediately. "Yes, Sir. I cooked an
"Sophia, are you in the room?" Edward had arrived at his apartment precisely at seven o'clock in the evening. After finishing work, he had a chance to stop first at a law firm to help take care of Sophia's divorce papers. Edward wasn't kidding. He was earnest about separating the woman from her best friend, who turned out to be a jerk. If he had known Sophia's fate would be like now, maybe from the start, Edward would never have been willing, let alone let Sophia fall into Tristan's hands. His best friend was outrageous in treating the woman he loved. If on the first day Edward still heard Sophia cry throughout the silence of the night, on this third day, he no longer heard her. Edward had high hopes that what he did could improve the mental condition of the woman he loved so much that it would no longer be as bad as before. "Sophia, are you all right?" Once again, Edward chanted Sophia's name in front of the bedroom door when he found the woman didn't answer. Worried that someth
Tristan was confident that his ears were still functioning very, very well. Listening to the words that just came out of Alfonso's mouth, he immediately blinked. Digest for a few seconds and then think again and again. Is what his father-in-law said the truth or just nonsense to invite his emotions. Like lightning strikes in broad daylight, he again discovers a new reality. It turns out that Raphael is his birth father. Did Tristan immediately believe it? Of course not. He even tried hard to deny what Alfonso had just said. "Don't be crazy, Pa! What kind of bullshit do you want to tell me?" said the man casually. As much as possible, keep his face of continue to look calm. Tristan must not be provoked by the bait that Alfonso just threw. "So you doubt what I said?" Alfonso replied with a smile. The man's face was genuinely mocking. "Have you forgotten about the news about the scandal between Gracia and Raphael that I told you a while ago? I'm sure you must have proven the truth yo
"Tristan, how long are you going to keep sipping your drink?" said Nicholas, sitting with Tristan at the time at their regular Bar. Nicholas was already home. He was even getting ready to go on a date with Claire. A few minutes before he left, Tristan suddenly called. The man asked to be followed up because he was currently drunk, and he couldn't drive a car when he got home. Worried, Nicholas could not help but agree to pick the man up. When he arrived at the Connaught Bar in the Mayfair area, Nicholas could see Tristan sitting alone in a semi-drunk position. The man continued to gulp down the drink in his hand. Meanwhile, from time to time, Nicholas also heard his best friend talking. I don't know what he said. "Come on, get up quickly. I'm taking you right now," Nicholas ordered once more. He was dizzy when he saw his best friend's behavior. Tristan is just like Jacob. When there's a problem, always go to the Bar to pass the time with a drink. Both always think alcohol is the b
Tristan's life has been chaotic and increasingly uncertain this past week. After knowing the remarkable fact that he was Raphael's biological son, until this moment, he still didn't want to admit it until this moment. Raphael had tried many times to get close. He also tried many times to provide clarification, but still, Tristan didn't care. Even though they were still standing in the same building, Tristan had closed all access for Raphael to meet him. Busy with his thoughts, suddenly, a knock came on the door. A few seconds later, Mario's figure and another figure that Tristan had been waiting for all this time. "Detective Joseph." Tristan immediately stood up. He stretched out his hand, inviting Joseph to shake hands. "Please have a seat. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Joseph sat down quickly. The middle-aged man immediately opened the bag he was carrying to take out a folder, then handed it over to Tristan immediately. "This is a summary of the reports I've colle