That afternoon, Tristan had just finished his work. As soon as he was ready to go home, Nicholas reappeared in his room. As usual, the man came with Jacob with a bucket of Mocca latte and snacks they might want to eat together. Without being invited in advance, the two immediately sat on the sofa in the corner of the room. Opened the drink and the food box, which turned out to be filled with macarons of various flavors. "Our arrival doesn't bother you, does it?" Nicholas asked pleasantly. The man's mouth was full of the food he was chewing. Tristan rose from his seat. Removing the tie around his neck, the man joined in deliberately sitting among his friends. "You should have asked on the phone, Damn Alistair! When you get here, how can I kick you two out." Jacob laughed. The man grabbed a medium-sized cup of mocha latte from a paper bucket and handed it to Tristan. "We'd like to take you out for a drink at a regular place. But since you're so lousy and you've been drunk a lot, we
Today, it's still relatively early because it's only 10 a.m. In his seat, Tristan looks relaxed while enjoying the espresso coffee that Mario brought him a while ago. The man's gaze was straight ahead. His mind was wandering. Flying somewhere. At first glance, he was still thinking about the exclusive invitation from Emaar Properties, whose deadline was tomorrow. Considering again following Aurora's advice by contacting Alabbar as soon as possible. Expressing apologies for not being able to come with Sophia and explain the problem and what is the reason for his participation. Now and then, he is reminded of the photos that Alexius sent last night to his cell phone. Photo where Sophia is kissing intimately with her best friend just before getting out of the car. When remembering that one, Tristan felt like he wanted to curse in his heart. His emotions were slightly ignited because he was not willing when the woman who was still his wife was touched by a man other than himself. Howev
Sophia looked deeply at Edward, who was currently engrossed in bribing the Almond Banana Tart in front of him. The two of them were in a bistro not far from Sophia's residence. From the frown on her forehead, it was obvious that the woman was currently deep in thought. She was confused about where to start or what to say about her plans to join Tristan on a week-long business trip in Dubai. Sophia knew that Edward would be both angry and disappointed. It has been an open warning if you don't agree, such as Sophia accepting Tristan's request to come along. But it can't be helped. In the end, she had to be honest with him. Instead of lying, which in the end made Edward even more disappointed. "Sophia," said Edward, who had noticed the woman in front of him was silent and didn't even touch the red velvet on his plate. "What are you thinking? Poor cake that you ordered. You've been screaming for a moment to be touched," Edward teased later. "Y-yes," Sophia stuttered. She was pretty su
After last night was busy preparing his equipment, Tristan asked Mario to come to his house to check all the necessities he had explicitly ordered for his wife. With the help of Samanta, Mario looks serious in sorting and choosing what to put in Sophia's suitcase. "Sir," Mario called as he continued to arrange the dresses in alphabetical order of the brands along with which price was the most expensive. This was all, of course, on Tristan's orders. The boss is indeed known to be a perfectionist in the slightest thing. "Does Mrs. Sophia know you have all this stuff ready for her to take to Dubai?" Tristan, checking several reports on the sofa, immediately turned his head. The man then smiled a faint smile at his assistant. "No, Mario. Sophia didn't know anything about me deliberately buying her a dress and bag, new shoes, and other necessities to bring to Dubai." Mario's brows furrowed. If you look closely, his face clearly shows a confused expression. Participate in wondering whe
A blush crept across Sophia's cheeks as Tristan deliberately teased her. How not? The man, while grinning mischievously, continued to say words that made Sophia hotter and hotter. She had never thought that Tristan, famous for being cold, could tease him like now. It also crossed Sophia's mind, was this part of her husband's ploy to melt her heart. "Don't you like sleeping with me?" Tristan spoke again, rolling his eyes playfully. "Don't dream," said Sophia. The woman was still unmoved in the initial position she stood. "Since when have I liked sleeping with you? Don't be amnesiac, Mr Quartararo. You should be aware that as long as we're married, you don't even want to look at me, let alone sleep in the same bed. So how can I say something like that? -yes," said Sophia openly. She did not accept being accused in such a way. After all, what Sophia said earlier was very clear and basic. During his marriage, he never even felt that he was being treated properly. Tristan doesn't think
Nicholas could see Tristan sitting leisurely in the Lobby of the Emaar company building, enjoying his break. A few minutes ago, they all just attended a meeting with guests as well as construction company officials from various parts of the world. Taking a sip of the coffee in his hand, Tristan's eyes were focused on the tablet in front of him. Having no friends, Nicholas chose to approach. He immediately sat in front of his friend without being offered one. "Aren't you going to lunch?" Nicholas asked, opening the conversation. He briefly checked the cell phone in his hand. After confirming nothing was important, he focused on the figure in front of him. "No," said Tristan without looking at the person he was talking to. "I'm still full, Nick. This morning, I had quite a bit of rye bread," he said. "How about you yourself?" the man asked. Seconds later, he raised his face, choosing to end the previous activity. "I'm confused about adjusting the food here," the brown-haired man com
"Gosh, Tristan!" Sophia screamed in surprise when she just got out of the bathroom. Still wearing a bathrobe and a towel covering her head, she threw an annoyed look at his husband, who was sitting relaxed on the sofa. The man's shoulders seemed to rest comfortably while his hands were folded in front of his chest, like someone waiting for something. "I'm not a ghost, Sophia. Why do you have to scream like that when you see me?" asked Tristan casually. Still, in her standing position, Sophia snorted in disgust. Why didn't her husband understand what made her suddenly so upset? "Why are you here?" "This is my room too, princess. It shouldn't be a problem when my business is finished. I go straight to the room," the man replied carelessly. Sophia sighed again. What they've been talking about is irrelevant. "It's not like that. I mean, why are you home now? It's only five o'clock in the afternoon. Didn't you say on the phone that you were due at six?" Tristan nodded. "Yes, becau
"Tristan quickly put me down right now! You're really overdoing it." Tristan sat Sophia's body carefully on the bed. Convinced that his wife was in a comfortable position, the man immediately ran toward the bathroom. Opened the sink drawer, looking for the first aid kit always available. Once he found what he was looking for, Tristan walked back to where Sophia was sitting. Without being asked to kneel down immediately, he slowly opened the Ankle Boots that his wife was wearing one by one. Silently, Tristan grabbed Sophia's ankles to rest on her thighs. Seconds later, he started to take some cotton in the first aid kit along with the alcohol bottle. Spilt it little by little on cotton until it was wet, then applied very carefully to the blisters on the heels of his wife's feet. "Tristan, you don't have to do anything like this. I can treat it myself," Sophia said. However, Tristan didn't care at all. He just kept focusing on what he was doing. After cleaning the blistered area wi