Like an angel sleeping on the sofa, Tristan could see how beautiful she was.
Tristan gazed at her serene face for a moment more, admiring her beauty. As he saw her features, he felt an overwhelming sense of pain. He now feels related to a quote he had read before, "Regret always comes later."
He truly regrets what happened in the past.
They would still be madly in love if he had fallen in love with her sooner.
Sigh! ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐๐๐.๐๐ ๐
โYou are the stupidest man ever graced this world, Tristan Sinclair. How could you ignore this woman in the past?โ
Once again, Tristan scolded himself for his stupid mistake that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
After he silently took a deep breath. Tristan leaned closer to carry her.
However, he stopped the moment his hand was about to touch her. He worried about carrying her now, afraid she would wake up and misunderstand why he was holding her in his arms and being so close to her.
Also, Tristan didnโt want her to wake up so soon; he wanted to continue feasting his eyes on her perfect beautyโthis woman would never allow him to do it if she was wide awake.
But when he saw her sleeping position, Tristan put aside his greed as he gently carried her in a princess-like embrace to her bedroom.
Feeling the softness of her skin and smelling her flower-like fragrance excited his whole body as if something had awakened inside him.
He tried hard to keep holding himself, not kissing her forehead or lips, which looked very tempting. They were slightly parted as if she had issued a silent invitation for him to kiss her.
Tristan gently placed her on the soft bed while silently swallowing, relieved that Bella slept soundly. He didnโt immediately leave, but he sat on the edge of the bed with his gaze falling on her face.
However, when Tristan sat so close to her, like now, he could feel his pulse start to quicken again.
He tried to distract his mind and look away from her face. He couldnโt help but look at her lips.
Instantly, he felt his throat dry.
He swallowed hard as he lowered his gaze to her long neck and then to her chest.
Instead of feeling better, he felt even more miserable when he saw her black lace bra peeking out from the three unbuttoned buttons of her shirt.
โOh, dear Bella... even when you sleep, you torture me like now,โ Tristan shook his head slightly while smiling miserably. But he didnโt take his eyes off her.
See how fair her skin was under her clothes. It was enough to make his blood rush to a particular part of his body.
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