"Yeah, I can understand that. Love can’t be forced. Just like me in the past. I love Tristan, but he is not..." Be murmured, but Harper could hear it.

Once again, the room suddenly fell silent. Neither of the women said anything. It was as if they were lost in their own thoughts.

However, not long after, Be frowned and realized Harper’s words earlier.

"Wait... Wait... Harper Reed, do you have a man you love? Who is the man who stole your heart and made you not want to get married until now?"

Harper, holding backughter, saw Be’s curious expression. Her best friend’s gaze was quite sharp as if she wanted to read her mind with just her eyes. It was priceless looking at her now.

However, of course, she wouldn’t tell her.

"Girl, stop looking at me like that. I won’t tell you! Sorry, even if you beg, I won’t," Harper said, shaking her head while pressing her lips tightly, ignoring Be’s puppy eyes.

Be became increasingly curious. Countless questions now flew through her mind, and she couldn’t help but express them.

"Miss Reed, do I know him? Is he our college friend? Since when did you have a crush on him?"

Harper just smiled while shaking her head, but not a word left her lips. She wouldn’t tell Be about that man. It would be useless because she knew she couldn’t win that man’s heart if she had topete with Be.

"Harper, you should tell me. Maybe I can help you." Be was still trying to convince Harper to tell her who the man was.

"Should I?"

"Yes. Of course..." Be said in a meaningful tone. She really wanted to see her best friend have a happy ending with the man she loved. That’s why she was serious about wanting to help.

Harper felt her heart tighten for the first time as her mind filled with his face. She imagined she had a way to win the man’s heart. Now, she was confused about whether she should tell Be or not.

After thinking for a few more seconds, Harper finally decided to be honest with Be. However, Be’s phone rang before she could speak, interrupting the words on the tip of her tongue.

She waited for Be to finish her phone call with her husband.

Later,

Harper could only respond with a slight nod when she saw Be smiling guiltily at her.

"Go, don’t make Tristan wait for you." Harper smiled at Be, who was now standing to get her bag.

"Let’s go. I will drop you at your hotel."

Harper shook her head and followed Be toward the door. "No need. Sam will drive me there. Besides, I still want to chat with Stefan and Leo."

"Alright, then... Let’s continue our chat tomorrow during lunch," Be said.

"Okay. Lunch with you? Sounds great. I know your choice of restaurant ismendable! See you tomorrow, girl..."

***

It was quiet since Tristan’s car left the Quantum Capital building.

Even after five minutes, Be still hadn’t said much. Her mind was busy thinking about her meeting with Sean Spencer tomorrow morning.

’Do I need to tell Tristan now?’ Be thought as she turned to see Tristan, who was seriously driving the car with his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Once more, she failed to express what was on her mind. She put aside her worry and rested her eyes and mind. She would tell himter when they arrived home.

However,

Tristan, who was driving quietly, could sense his wife’s anxiety aura as soon as she got into the car.

This puzzled him because his wife was supposed to be happy since the Laura Kiels case was finally over in their favor. The police had arrested the wicked woman. They were just waiting for the investigation to conclude for trial and conviction and for her to be sent to jail.

But why was his wife still gloomy? Stress?

Tristan initially hesitated to ask her but eventually did so.

"Be, what’s wrong? Why do you look worried and restless?" Tristan nced at her when the car stopped at the traffic light. He gently smiled at her, waiting patiently for her to answer.

Be slowly opened her eyes and nced at him. When she saw his curious-looking eyes, she decided to tell him now.

"Before I left the office, Sean called me. We decided to meet tomorrow morning."

She could see Tristan’s hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Instantly, she felt worried that Tristan would forbid her from meeting Sean.

But what he said after that surprised Be.

"Oh. Okay. I will apany you to see him," Tristan answered calmly, but she could see the tension in his eyes and on the corner of his lips as he said it.

"Hubby," Be slowly touched his shoulder, trying to make him rx more before she continued, "You promised to let me meet him first...alone. Did you forget about it?"

"Yeah, I remember," Tristan remembered his promise.

However, hearing that his wife would meet Sean tomorrow, for some reason, he felt like there was a hurricane in his chest — his fear that Sean would take Be away from him made him ignore his promise.

"But, I—"

"Please, Tristan," Be stopped him to continue his words. "Please allow me to meet him first. Only this time." She spoke firmly as if she didn’t want to be rejected.

Tristan didn’t say anything; he just looked at her in the eyes and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

"Hubby, I need to clear everything with him. If you want to talk to him, you can do it after I meet him, please—"

"Hmm, okay. I understand." Tristan half-smiled as he stepped on the gas pedal, continuing on their way home.

Silence fell again.

After a few more minutes, Be broke the silence.

She looked at Tristan briefly and then asked, "Why are you worried about me meeting Sean Spencer alone?"

Tristan took a deep breath before he turned quickly to look at her.

"I know this sounds ridiculous. But I was afraid Sean would steal you from me. I was afraid—"