Be and Tristan left the hotel not long after.

Tonight, Tristan deliberately didn’t bring a driver or bodyguard, as usual, because he wanted to spend his night with Be alone.

However, Be felt worried when she saw him driving in the middle of a busy road. They were driving alongside office workers returning home, and the street looked busy.

She nced at him several times, wanting to express her worries, but failed. A few more minutes passed, and they finally stopped at the traffic light.

"Hubby, you should have used a driver," Be said, ncing at him concerned. "The roads are still buzzing with cars; I thought we would encounter traffic ahead."

"It’s fine," Tristan said, ncing at her while fixing her hair. He smiled lovingly at her.

He continued, "I want to spend this night with you—just the two of us. Besides, this is my first time driving you in this city. I want to create new memories for you to cherish." Then his hand slowly slipped down to caress her cheek gently.

Be said nothing but smiled as she felt her heart swell. But it didn’t take long before she thought bitterly when memories of their early married days danced in her mind. Her husband had never oncee to this city with her.

’Come on, Be, stop remembering those sad parts of your life. Cherish the memories now. Just think the old Tristan already died long ago.’ She tried to cheer herself up, putting aside her bitter memories.

"What do you want to eat?" She asked, trying to distract her mind.

"Whatever you like, dear..." Tristan yfully answered her. "I will be your driver tonight, Ma’am. You are free to order me around."

Be chuckled. She was confused about choosing the ce to eat. Even though East City was her home base, she didn’t have many memories of this ce.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Sinir, but I’m also unfamiliar with this city. I didn’t spend my youth here. I don’t know many good ces to eat or hang out," she said, looking out the window.

She watched the streets grow busier, with many cars passing and people walking on the sidewalks. This was unfamiliar to her, as she rarely encountered traffic after moving to a remote area in northern Sweden.

And their house in the capital wasn’t situated along busy streets like these.

The car moved again, and Tristan focused on driving as Be tried to recall enjoyable ces to visit in the city.

Before long, their car reached Riverside.

Be remembers enjoying visiting Riverside when she was little. This river reminded her of the Hangang River in Seoul, which she often saw in Korean dramas that she recently watched with her mother and Aunty Noora.

"Tristan, let’s spend some time at Riverside. We can stroll in the park and grab a bite to eat at one of the food stalls or restaurants there," Be suggested but hesitated when she remembered it was a public ce and worried they might be recognized.

"Of course, dear," Tristan replied. He promptly changed direction and soon parked near the river in the public parking area.

"Let’s go!" said Tristan, excited to see a public ce he had never visited. However, he was confused when he saw Be, seeming reluctant to step out.

"Hubby, do you have a cap?" Be asked while looking around. She could spot a few people walking in the park.

"A cap!?" Tristan asked, confused. "I think there’s no cap in this car. Why are you suddenly asking? Do you want to wear a cap!?"

When he saw her shake her head, Tristan became even more confused.

"Wife, it looks like something out there is stealing your attention. What is it?" he asked.

Be tore her gaze away from outside and turned to see him, but she was stunned when she saw Tristan lean closer to her, his line of sight focusing outside.

She didn’t answer him; instead, she asked him to wait. "Please wait in the car. I’ll be right back," she said before opening the door.

Tristan furrowed his brow when he heard her order.

Before he could ask for an exnation, Be exited the car. She walked toward the row of stands selling various items a few meters from the parking lot.

"What is she doing?" he muttered softly. Soon, a faint smile graced his lips as he realized what his wife was doing.

Suddenly, something crossed Tristan’s mind. He immediately took his cell phone and sent several short messages to Dn.

"Well, my wife, it’s about time," Tristan felt a thrill as he turned his gaze back at her.

His smile widened when he saw her walk back to the car andter give him a ck baseball cap.

"Do you want me to wear this?"

"Yes, I don’t want anyone to recognize you. I’m worried someone might secretly take our picture and upload it on social media and the inte," Be responded while wearing the baseball cap to hide her face.

Even though she knew no one would recognize her, she didn’t want to wake up in the morning and find her face appearing on any gossip news portal.

Tristan didn’t say anything, but he found it amusing to see her worry. He smiled while wearing a baseball cap as they walked hand in hand along the river away from the parking lot.

The temperature around the river was quite pleasant, and not many people walked with them there, which lessened Be’s worry. She tried to enjoy their intimacy in a public space, which made her heart race again, and she liked it so much.

"Why are you worried someone might know about our rtionship and publish it? Are you still not allowing me to announce it?" he asked casually.

She looked up to meet his gaze and was surprised to see his gloomy expression.

"Hubby, I..." Somehow, Be couldn’t bring herself to answer him. She didn’t know, but she was still ufortable if anyone knew they were married.