After speaking with Sam, Be hurried to the second floor to check on Tristan. She was surprised to find him no longer in bed but in the bathroom.

Approaching the bathroom slowly, she could hear running water inside. A smile crossed her lips as she let him finish before asking about what happened the night before.

Be tidied the bed before sitting on the couch, waiting for him. What he discussed with Sam lingered, fueling his curiosity for the truth that could ease his worries.

While waiting for Tristan to finish, Be opened the browser on her cellphone to search for news about Dark Skull or Dark Rose, but none of the news reported what happenedst night.

She could only smile, realizing that if the news were kept secret, the public wouldn’t even know about the termination of the Dark Rose Nightclub’s operations. Or perhaps they knew, but none of them could upload it on their social media because someone deleted it right away?

Be wondered if she should ask Stefan to dig out more detailed information about what had happenedst night, just in case Tristan did not tell her.

Not long after, the bathroom door finally opened. Be saw Tristan only wearing arge towel wrapped around his hips. He also used a small towel to dry his hair.

Just seeing him shirtless made her heart race slightly. She shook her head faintly to distract her mind while suppressing the urge to run after him and throw herself into his embrace.

’Gosh! Why does this man never fail to make me flutter? Even though I see him like this every day?’ She wondered while trying to keep her unhappy expression.

"Good morning, dear," Tristan smiled widely to see Be on the sofa. He feels amused to see how her eyes scan his body from head to toe. "Do you want us to make love—"

Be hurriedly interrupted him. "Tristan Sinir, get dressed ande here," she said casually while turning her gaze away from him. "There’s something we need to talk about. And please stop talking about your sultry thoughts!"

Tristan noticed that Be’s usual smile had faded, and she seemed in a bad mood.

"What’s wrong, darling?" Tristan asked, ignoring her request and approaching her.

"Could you please put some clothes on first?" Be said helplessly, looking slightly angry as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Tristan—" she was speechless when he sat beside her and took her hand.

"Are you feeling unwell?" He asked worriedly as he ced his hand on her forehead. "Please tell me what’s bothering you, darling."

"I’m okay, but you are not. Because you’re not honest with me about what happenedst night. Now, put something on. Or I’ll be really mad at you!" Be raised her eyebrow slightly.

Tristan was stunned. How did she know? He wanted to ask her, but seeing her furious gaze, he said nothing and hurried to the walk-in closet to get dressed.

Before long, Tristan returned wearing a matching ck shirt and pants.

Sitting beside Be again, Tristan looked very nervous, but he tried to hide it.

"My Dear, how did you know? Did Stefan tell you about it?" Tristan tries to guess. In his mind, only Stefan, her hacker, knew aboutst night’s operation.

Be shook her head slowly.

"How I know is not important. But I want to know why you got involved with the Dark Skull. Tristan, you know they are very dangerous, right? What if something happened to you? How could I survive without you?" Be couldn’t hold back her worry any longer. Her voice sounded shaky, and her eyes were blurry, holding back tears.

Tristan was shocked to see his wife almost crying because she was worried about his safety, not because he was not honest with her. It relieved him. He immediately took her hand and held it gently.

"Be, I apologize for making you worry," Tristan said softly. He wiped away her tears with his other hand, now wetting her red cheeks, "I only didn’t want to make you worry and stress about it."

"But now you are! I’m worried, scared to imagine they hurt you." Be feared losing him again if that evil Dark Skull hurt Tristan.

She lowered her gaze. She didn’t want him to see her tears before expressing her worry: "How could I survive without you now, Tristan? Please don’t get involved with them, huh?"

Tristan felt his heart warm to hear her words, "Oh Dear, I was about to tell you, butst night was too critical and fluid simultaneously. And I had to rush to the scene—"

"Wait, wait..." Be slowly lifted her head again and looked at him thoughtfully. "Why did you get involved with them? Are you having an underground business? Or a nightclub business?" she asked curiously.

"I don’t have an underground business," he smiled, cupping her face with his warm hands. "But we encountered the Dark Skull long ago in mining work. They challenged me, and I wiped them out of the mining business industry."

Be’s eyes widened in surprise. "So, in the past, they were also strong in various businesses?"

Tristan nods.

"At that time, no one knew their true nature—an underground organization. I identally learned about their illegal business. So, I worked with the special forces to wipe them out," Tristan continued, recounting their operation in the past.

Be was shocked to learn that all this happened when she and Tristan had just married. Now she understood why Tristan hadn’t wanted to announce his marital status in the past. One reason was that he was worried that his enemy, Dark Skull, would discover his weakness—he had a wife— because he was still fighting with them then.

After hearing Tristan’s exnation, Be’s confusion grew. Her eyes narrowed at Tristan as she asked, "Tristan, you said you already wiped them out. But why did theye back? Did theye to take revenge on you?"

Tristan shook his head faintly, gently squeezing her hands, and then replied, "This is rted to you, Be..."