With a satisfied and proud smile, Tristan looked for Be. He saw her sitting on the sofa near the ss window on the other side of the room.

Her eyes stared at him sharply, making Tristan confused.

All kinds of questions now appeared in his mind, trying to guess why Be’s mood suddenly slid below freezing point.

Why does she seem so upset?

Is she jealous that I didn’t give her a gift, too?

Tristan immediately patted his forehead, realizing his mistake. Supposedly, he also prepared a special gift for her, right!?

Sigh!

He approached Be and joined her, sitting on the sofa opposite her. He smiled gently at her, but she didn’t flinch at all.

"I know why you look at me like that, Be. Well, for that, I will apologize to you... Forgive me." He said sincerely.

This is the only way to make her less angry. Apologized.

His mind is busy nning to ask Dn for the right gift idea for Beter. He had plenty of ideas but was afraid she didn’t like them.

While Tristan was lost in his own thoughts, Be took a deep sigh inwardly.

She is still shocked to know Tristan gave Dax such aplete and sophisticatedputer room as a weing gift.

A few months ago, she refused Dax’s request because she worried her son was still too young to have a sophisticatedputer room.

Be had nned to grant Dax’s wish when he was older, but Tristan gave thisputer room to their son without consulting her. This is annoying!

"Come on, Be... Can you smile? I already apologized," Tristan said when he saw Be still looking at him, annoyed.

"I promise I will choose the best gift for you. Don’t be angry with me again, huh!?" He continues his words, trying to coax her.

However, Tristan’s words actually made Be even more puzzled. She frowned, looking at him after hearing his words.

’He wanted to choose a gift for me? Did I hear it wrong?’ She narrowed, looking at him.

Upon seeing him smile, Be attempted to rify his strange imagination, fearing it would lead to misunderstandings. Again!

"What are you trying to say? Why do you want to buy me a gift?" Be began to question whether Tristan had misunderstood her irritation.

A frown appeared on Tristan’s face, and for a while, he seemed to be thinking about why she was still annoyed.

He looked her in the eyes, "Aren’t you jealous that I gave Dax a present and you didn’t?"

Be, "...."

’Oh lord! This man’s imagination was indeed weird. How could he think I’m annoyed because of a trivial thing like a gift?’

Just looking at his face now really drowns her energy. She wanted to go home now and sleep.

"Did I guess wrong?" Tristan asked again after seeing she didn’t utter anything, but her eyes shot him a p-in-the-face look.

"YES!" She firmly answered him.

Tristan was stunned.

He straightened his seat, curious why she was angry at him. However, before Be could answer, another thought crossed his mind.

"Be, did you perhaps get angry because I held your hand?" A faint smile slowly emerged from his lips while looking at her. "If so, please ept my apologies. I will never do that again if you ask me—"

"Tristan, can you stop guessing what’s happening in my mind?" She can’t stand speaking to him now.

’Gosh, this man... Why does he have a new hobby to upset me!? Seriously, Tristan Sinir?’ Be could only vent her frustration in her mind.

Tristan opened his mouth to speak, but Be raised her hand to stop him, "Don’t try to cut my words. I’m not finished yet!"

Tristan shut his mouth and gestured to her to continue speaking.

"Tristan, I will only speak now and never again," said Be, ensuring he nodded before continuing. "If you want to give a gift like this to Dax, pleasemunicate with me first."

Tristan was surprised to hear her words. Now, he understood why she had been sulking at him since they arrived in this room.

"Do you know I already n to give him aputer room? I do have Tristan... but not now. He’s still four years old and too young to have a gaming room."

Be paused for a moment to take a deep breath.

"But now, you give him this room without consulting me. This makes me slightly worried. Tristan, if you want to do this again, please discuss it with me first?"

Tristan nodded in response to her question. He could sense her worry, but he also needed to exin why he gave the gift to Dax.

"Be, I’m sorry I didn’t discuss this big thing with you. However, I hope you want to hear my exnation too..."

She didn’t utter anything but slight nods.

"When I heard you say that our son likes ying games, he even has aptop. I immediately nned to make this room for him. Because I thought it would be better if he had this room and someone would apany him to explore his hobby rather than letting him y alone..."

He continued, "And when you said earlier that our son was interested in learningputers since... I was happy because my idea matched his interests. And you saw the man with him, right?"

Be nodded while ncing at Dax and the man seated beside him.

"He’s aputer expert in programming, so he will teach Dax..." Tristan felt relieved when he saw her expression slowly change. She was no longer as annoyed as before.

"So, are you still mad at me because of this?"

Be could understand Tristan’s point of view and agreed with him; Tristan merely wanted to guide Dax towards the correct path, with the assistance of a professional who could help him explore his hobby and potential.

"No. I should say thank you for this one," She returned his smile before continuing. "—But, Tristan, in the future, you must talk to me about everything rted to Dax."

The corners of his lips lift, revealing a warm smile before he responds, "Of course, Be. I will remember that—"