"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
"Sophia, wait here a moment. I have to meet Alabbar inside. When I'm done, I'll show you around Dubai." Tristan and Sophia are in the Emaar Business Park building on the Dubai Hills Estate. On his last day in the United Arab Emirates, his husband had to attend a brief meeting to hear the official announcement of which tender Emaar would give Foxtail in the future. Because it was short, Tristan took his wife along. The plan, after all, business matters are finished, he wants to take Sophia around to enjoy the city of Dubai until the evening. After all, they were back in London tomorrow. Tristan wanted, on this last day, could give his wife the best memories she could remember before they parted. "Okay. Then let me wait for you in the cafeteria near the Lobby. When you're done, follow up there." Tristan nodded. Before actually leaving, the man approached. Without awkwardly grabbing Sophia's nape and then briefly kissing the beautiful woman's forehead, she spoke softly. "I'm going i
Tristan seemed enthusiastic about bringing Sophia to tour the city of Dubai. The first destination the man stopped was Dubai Mall. The world's widest and largest shopping centre is a mandatory destination when visiting the city of Dubai. Once there, Tristan immediately led Sophia around. They entered several tenants to shop for perfumes and unique knick-knacks that caught Sophia's attention. "Where do we go after this?" Sophia asked curiously. "Looks like lunch first. I'll take you to see the giant Aquarium, and then after that, we go up to the Burj Khalifa, which Emaar built a few years ago." Sophia nodded. As this was his first experience setting foot in Dubai, it was a pleasure to have the opportunity to see all the interesting places he had to visit. As soon as they finished eating their lunch, as Tristan said, they went straight to the giant Aquarium. Look around the various kinds of marine animals for a while before deciding to go up to the 153rd floor of the Burj Khalifa t
Tristan was willing to wake up early to enjoy Sophia's beauty radiating when the woman was fast asleep in his arms. In silence, he continued to smile while staring with all the admiration there was.Slowly, Tristan brought his hand to drape a strand of hair that covered Sophia's beautiful face. Revealing it behind the ear so he could be content to look at and touch his wife's beautiful face. At first, Tristan brought his hand to gently stroke the top of his hair and then down his cheek. But because he was getting increasingly excited, he then ventured to move his face forward. He kissed Sophia's forehead and cheeks very slowly and carefully so she wouldn't be disturbed, let alone wake up from sleep. For a moment, Tristan remembered what happened last night. How dare he ask permission to hug Sophia. Luckily his wife did not refuse. He even pulled his hand to tighten the hug he gave. "If you feel uncomfortable. I'll let go, Sophia. But please, give me a moment to enjoy this hug," Tri
Tristan seemed to be trying to catch his breath, panting. Holding Sophia's hands still on his cheeks, the man spoke softly. "I love you, Sophia. There's not the slightest Cragun here." Tristan then took one of Sophia's hands. Aim it right at the chest. Reassure his wife that at this time, he said he meant it. Not because of compulsion or boasting, let alone just a mere mode. "For God's sake, I love you. I don't want to lose you one bit. I don't want to let you go." Sophia herself didn't budge. Too surprised to hear a fact that managed to tear apart his heart. There was a side where he was happy from the long wait. Tristan admitted his feelings honestly. But on the other hand, she seemed confused himself. What action should she take after hearing this statement? Does he have to stick with the existing decisions or turn to Tristan and start a new life from scratch? But what about Edward? Should she hurt the man a second time? Wouldn't that be too evil and unfair for the man? "Sophia