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
Sophia looks busy checking the evening gowns hanging in the closet. She took out almost all of it. Then attached to her slender body while looking again from behind the mirror. Thinking hard about which one is appropriate or not to wear at the party tonight. Meanwhile, Tristan, sitting on the sofa, watched from a distance. The man could only shake his head at his wife's behaviour, who had not found which dress to wear for more than 30 minutes. "Sophia ... how long are you going to stand there?" scolded Tristan, who looked increasingly bored. He has played on his cellphone many times to open various social media pages to eliminate the currently perched boredom. "I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour. Actually what are you looking for all this time to look dizzy yourself?" Sophia glanced over. Then she soon answered her husband's protest. "I'm dizzy having to choose a dress that is in the closet. I don't think there is anything suitable for me to wear tonight," said
Sophia repeatedly blinked as the sunlight accidentally hit her face. Gathering all consciousness, he slowly tried to straighten his body and leaned against the mattress's headboard. Carrying her hand, Sophia seemed to be rubbing her still sticky eyes. As soon as she turned to her left, she found Tristan, who had just entered the room and immediately reprimanded her. "Morning, Mrs Quartararo. How did you sleep last night?" Tristan's voice was muffled in the throes of the dizziness still gripped, Sophia. Walking closer, the man then handed something to his wife. "Drink this lemon water. I asked the hotel maid to bring it so that your hangover would subside soon." Sophia complied. She grabbed the glass Tristan had given her and drank the lemon juice until it was gone. Returning her glass, Sophia threw a question at his husband. "Was my hangover really bad last night?" Tristan seemed to laugh for a moment. Then Sophia could see how her husband was grinning. There was a mischievous lo