Next Morning.

Be’s eyshes fluttered as she felt a movement beside her. She opened her eyes, but the bright light blinded her, so she closed them again.

After adjusting her eyes, she met Tristan’s bright but calm gaze staring back at her. His face was so close to hers.

She was taken aback and blinked a few times to adjust her view, feeding her eyes with his handsomeness.

"Good morning, my sexy wife…"

Tristan’s alluring voice was enough to drive her mind to do crazy, sexy things with him, like throwing herself into his arms and kissing his sexy and warm lips.

However, she buried her desire as fast as she breathed, worried she would awaken his little brother down there. It would be troublesome if their son, who now slept with them, saw them intimate in the morning.

Sigh deeply, Be hid her face under the nket, too shy to see Tristan staring at her like he was about to eat her.

"My darling wife, why are you still shy!? This isn’t my first time seeing your beautiful morning face…" Tristan said.

Be, "..."

She didn’t dare to move under the nket. She didn’t even dare to speak.

But it didn’t take long; Tristan pulled the nket over her head and revealed her flushed face. She looked so damn pretty, causing him to want just to keep her in this room, not willing other people to see how pretty she is.

When Be saw his face lean in, his eyes burning with passion, she instantly hid her face against his firm chest.

"Oh, please... stop teasing me, Tristan! Or our son will wake up," she said barely audibly, afraid Dax would hear.

A soft chuckle escaped Tristan’s lips, causing Be to frown slightly and look up to see his face.

"My wife," Tristan’s handnded on her waist as he pulled her closer. Noticing her re, he reassured her, "Don’t worry, our son has already moved to his bedroom. No need to be shy..." He said and kissed her forehead gently.

"Since when? Why didn’t I notice?" Be said, trying to get up to check the other side of the bed where their son sleptst night. Seeing the spot empty, she turned to Tristan with a frown.

"Did I wake upte..." Be trailed off when she saw that it was only five-thirty—too early for their son to be awake. "Huh? Why is he up so early? Does he have another morning ss with Geoffrey?"

Tristan didn’t answer her. Instead, he pulled her back into his arms, where she fit perfectly. A happy smile slowly emerged on his lips as he ced his arms around her.

He whispered near her ear, "Darling, sleep again. We still have plenty of time…"

Be looked up to see his face. Ignoring his sultry gaze, she asked, "He moved alone? I mean... Did you wake him up to move out?"

"No...No... of course not. He woke me up and said he didn’t want Noora or anyone to know he slept with us. So he woke up early and moved to his bed."

Be narrowed her eyes as if to say, "Seriously?" with her gaze. She doubts his words.

Before she could say anything, Tristan continued his words.

"You know what, dear..." Tristan said while ying with her smooth, ink-ck hair. "Our son also said he wanted to buy us some time so we could give him a little sister..."

Tristan buried his head on her shoulder and started to kiss her smooth neck.

Be was rendered speechless. She pushed him lightly away from her neck.

When Be saw his protest through his gaze, she pinched his dainty nose. "Did you force Dax to sleep with us?"

Tristan slightly frowned as he said, "Why would I need to do that? Of course not. Our little son was so excited to sleep with us..."

Be, "..."

"My dearest Mr. Sinir, don’t try to trick me. I know by making Dax sleep here, I couldn’t refuse you to sleep here too," Be said, trying to hold back herughter when she saw Tristan’s face suddenly stiffen.

’Lord! Can she read my mind now? How did she know!?’ Tristan could only vent his sarcasm in his mind as Be caught him. He did make a deal with Dax to help him sleep in bed.

Tristan opened his mouth, but no words came out. He could only smile at her.

"Silence means YES, Mr. Sinir..." Be said.

Tristan, "..."

"Alright, stop talking and moving, or you’ll awaken my little brother down there," Tristan said, trying to divert the conversation. He pulled her closer, resting her chin on her head. "Let’s sleep a few more minutes, huh?"

Be didn’t say a word; she could only smile while following him to sleep. And didn’t dare to move at all.

Unfortunately, her sleepiness had faded after the light and warm talk with Tristan. Now, her mind couldn’t stop thinking, especially about her mother.

"Your mother remained in her marriage because your father threatened her. I don’t know what sort of threats and ckmail he made that caused your mother to stay by his side for so long..." Her Aunt Emma’s words continued to fill her mind, causing her head to hurt.

Be really wanted to call her mother right now, but she was also afraid of calling at the wrong time when her father was around.

It looked like Be needed to find the right time to call her mother, and for that, she required Stefan to monitor her father and her good-for-nothing brother, Henry. Or should she fly there and meet her mother in person?

Sighing deeply, Be tried to rest her mind again, putting aside those matters while pressing her body into Tristan and closing her eyes.

But not long after, Be heard Tristan’s voice.

"I could see something troubling your mind. Did something concerning happenst night? "

She sighed deeply before responding to him, "Am I looking that obvious? Hmm, yeah. Something is bothering me. I feel like I need to talk to my mother. You already know how terribly my father threatened my mother, right?"

"Hmm, yeah. I remember..." Tristan loosened his arms and tilted his head to see her face. "You want to tell her the truth about your father?"