Be didn’t say anything. She let Tristan calm his mind and heart, knowing he still med himself every time they talked about their past separation.

The funny thing is, every time she asked him to forget, Tristan would say, "It’s okay, darling. I deserve this torture."

She couldn’t refute him and let him punish himself.

...

While waiting for Tristan to calm down, Be leaned back in her seat, trying to enjoy the distant scenery. However, it wasn’t long before she heard Tristan move and speak to her.

"Wife, tomorrow I have ns to have lunch with my parents…"

Be’s heartbeat quickened when she heard that. She tried to appear calm as she turned to look at him.

"Oh, really? That sounds good..." Be smiled at him, even though she felt confused and awkward inside, unsure how to react.

This was the first time Be had heard Tristan mention his parents in their conversations. He usually avoided talking about them, knowing it would hurt her feelings.

Still clear in Be’s mind, when they met again a few months ago, she felt hurt and awkward whenever his family was mentioned. But recently, she was no longer so affected after hearing from Geoffrey that Tristan’s rtionship with his parents was worsening.

He rarely returned to his parents’ home, and their rtionship got worse every year because his parents forced him to marry the woman they chose.

Seeing no expression on Tristan’s face, Be continued, "Hubby, I hope you can enjoy your lunch with them..."

Tristan’s deadpan expression slowly turned warm, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Thanks, darling…" He then turned to see the city lights in the distance, following Be’s line of sight.

Later,

The atmosphere in the car slowly turns awkward. No one speaks. They are both lost in their own thoughts.

After several seconds of silence, Tristan finally says what’s on his mind.

"My darling wife, I n to tell my parents about Dax and us tomorrow. I hope you don’t oppose it..."

Instantly, Be is caught off guard by his words.

"Cough! Cough!"

Tristan turns to her, worried, looking at how red her face is now.

"Are you alright?"

Be can’t answer him; instead, she coughs even more. She can only make an OK sign with her hand to stop him from panicking. She was too surprised to hear that Tristan would tell his parents about them this soon.

"Drink this… to ease your throat." Tristan offers Be a water bottle to clear her throat. She doesn’t refuse it; she immediately drinks the water.

After Be feels better, she says, "T-Thank you. I’m fine."

Tristan doubts Be’s words because he can still see the worry lingering in her eyes. He slowly raises his hand, ces it on her face, and rubs it gently.

"Be, my wife, are you really okay? Why do you look like you disagree if I meet them? Dear, if you stop me, I will cancel my lunch n tomorrow with them—"

"No, Tristan. Please don’t cancel your n." Be, in a rush, interrupts him.

Be doesn’t want Tristan’s rtionship with his parents to worsen because of her. Even though she doesn’t like his parents, she doesn’t want Tristan to sever ties with them. What she really wishes now is that his parents don’t interfere with her life again.

She squeezes his hand gently before saying, "I’m really fine. But I’m worried about you meeting them tomorrow."

"Worried? Worried about what?"

Tristan’s eyebrows slowly wrinkle when he hears her sentence. However, a momentter, he realizes the meaning of her worry.

He smiles lovingly at her and says, "My darling wife, don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of my parents. I promise they will note right away to our house to meet you and Dax..."

"No... No... it’s not that, but what I mean is I’m afraid your parents will call my parents and confront them. And, you know, I haven’t yet settled my matter with my parents, right?" she says.

"Oh, you’re right..." Tristan is silent for a moment, thinking.

He knows Be wants to take revenge on her uncles and father and take thepany from them. If her uncles and father knew about their rtionship, they might use it to escape their current problem.

"Okay, dear. Don’t worry. I have a way to make my parents keep our rtionship to themselves. They will not talk to anyone else..." Tristan firmly says, an evil smile slowly emerging on his lips.

Looking at his sinister smile, Be can’t help but ask, "What is your n?" She is curious.

Before Tristan can answer her, the loud ringing of a phone echoes in the car.

They both look at her bag on herp.

Be immediately searches for her cell phone. When she sees who the caller is, she looks at Tristan.

"Who is calling you?" he asks, frowning. He is worried that Sean is calling her.

"Hubby, it looks like we have to go home now. Our little son called." Be answers him while showing Tristan her cell phone screen and chuckles when Tristan immediately nods and puts on his seat belt.

She also puts on her seatbelt before she epts Dax’s call.

****

The next day.

Be decides to meet Amanda Spencer at the Sushi Tei restaurant near her office.

She chose this restaurant because it is one of the Spencer family’s restaurants and is within walking distance of her office.

When Be called Amanda to inform her about the location, Amanda was excited. She even volunteered to contact the restaurant to reserve the best VIP room for their lunchtime meeting. Amanda Spencer can do it very easily when ites to Spencer Group’s restaurant.

After talking to Amanda, Be sighed and leaned on her ergonomic andfy office chair.

Then she looked at her watch and realized she still had plenty of time before meeting Amanda Spencer. She ns to visit Stefan on the 20th floor in hisputer room.

However, Leo was running behind her as she walked toward the readily opened elevator door. He shouted slightly to stop her from entering.

"Boss! Hold up. There’s something you need to see..."