"WHAT!?" Bella shouted in surprise. She quickly pulled out her cell phone and gaped at the screen, shocked to see a shirtless Tristan lying on his bed.
Bella could see his well-defined chest. She could only blink, unable to move or speak.
This was the first time she had seen his chest again in so many years, and the sight brought back all her happy memories. Once more, these memories, these feelings, started to confuse her.
"You look so pretty, Bella," Tristan said, suddenly pulling Bella from her lingering sweet memories with him. She feels like an entire zoo now dancing in her stomach.
She shook her head slightly while turning away her gaze, "T-Tristan, you—" but her voice betrayed her. She couldn’t voice what was in her mind at this moment.
Tristan interrupted Bella, noticing her face had turned red. "Bella, are you okay? Are you allergic to something?"
Once more, Bella scolds this shameless Tristan in her mind.
"I’m fine! Maybe. I don’t know! But please, Tristan, put on something..." she says without glancing at him at all.
Suddently, Tristan chuckled when he realized he only wears his pajama pants—he usually sleeps like that.
"Oops, I’m sorry. You know my habit." he hurriedly apologized and walked to put on his shirt.
As he hurriedly moved away from his bed, the sound of Tristan’s footsteps piqued Bella’s curiosity, leading her to sneak a peek at her phone screen. After only a few seconds, she was shocked to see a familiar piece of furniture in Tristan’s room.
Later,
Tristan’s face appears again. A wide smile graced his face before he continued his words. "Bella, I wear a shirt now. I hope your allergic to my upper body is gone now," he teased her.
After adjusting her expression, Bella slowly turned back to her cell phone. She saw him lying on the familiar bed. His handsome face is still framed with his loving smile.
"Are you sleeping in the room you said you would dedicate to me?" Bella asked, noticing some familiar furniture — her bedroom in his house.
"Our room, Bella. I didn’t make another room for myself in this house. I sleep in your bedroom, too..."
Bella was at a loss for words hearing his words. She gave him an — are you kidding me? — kind of look.
Gosh! If only she knew, she would never have slept there.
Now Bella understands why she feels his familiar scent on that bed whenever she sleeps in that room. Because he also sleeps there.
This is so embarrassing! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Tristan somehow could catch Bella’s uncomfortable feeling seeing him sleep in that room. He quickly talked about sleeping on the sofa in his office tomorrow if Bella didn’t like him sleeping there.
Bella took a deep breath before saying, "Tristan, please don’t. That’s your house. You can do whatever you want..." She said calmly but made a mental note that she would never sleep there again. Well, at least that’s what she planned to do. But she also believes in the higher power. She cannot predict what God has planned for her life in the future.
"This is our house, Bella. You are still my wife. Well, at least legally..." Tristan wanted to say that, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to scare her in the middle of the night, so he could only smile lovingly at her.
They continued to chat about many other things. But mainly about Tristan’s business trip. He told her what he would do in Singapore.

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