Two days after Harper and Sean’s wedding, Be had a peculiar appointment.

    After almost a year, she finally decided to visit the Quantum Capital building to meet Jack and the others. She felt excited about seeing them all, especially since Jack would treat them to a big lunch before he flew back to New York City.

    "What time are you leaving?" Tristan asked as he entered the breastfeeding room.

    Be, currently nursing her daughter Aurora, looked up to see Tristan. He was neatly dressed and appeared ready to go to the office.

    "Ten in the morning," she replied.

    "I see—"

    "Hubby, I’m not going back to work. I will just say hi to everyone there and go back home. Maybe a bit longer chat with Jack. Besides, today is Jack’sst day in the country, and I haven’t had a chance to talk to him properly," Be exined, noticing the reluctance in Tristan’s eyes.

    Be understood her husband’s concerns. He was worried that she might return to the business world, which he believed was still unsafe for her.

    A faint smile appeared on Tristan’s lips as he listened to his wife’s lengthy exnation. He walked over to her and crouched until their eyes were on the same level. Gently, he took her free hand and squeezed it lovingly.

    "My lovely wife, I’m not worried about that," he said thoughtfully. "But I am concerned that Bryan won’t arrive here before ten. I won’t let you go there without my most trusted people guarding you. You know that, right?"

    "Ah, I see," Be smiled slightly. "Where is he now?" she asked.

    Recently, Be rarely goes out without Tristan. Even when he couldn’t apany her, Geoffrey would stay by her side. But today, she knew Geoffrey wouldn’t be avable since he was on his full-time duty, looking after their children. At the same time, Dax’s personal tutor—an outsider—came to their house.

    "He took the day off two days ago and is returning to his parents’ house in another city. He’s supposed to be back tonight, but since you’re going to Quantum Capital, I asked him to return earlier." Tristan exined. He paused to check his watch. "He’ll probably arrive here around thirty minutes past ten."

    Be felt guilty upon hearing the news. If she had known that Bryan was in another city, she would have asked Sam to pick her up. Tristan wouldn’t have stopped him from doing that, as he recognized Sam’s capability.

    "You know I won’t let you go if Bryan doesn’te, right?" he asked, concern clearly showing through his face.

    Tristan knew he was being overprotective, but he was also aware of how cruel people could be, especially those who wanted to harm his family.

    "It’s okay, hubby. I’ll wait until he arrives," Be replied, squeezing Tristan’s hand tightly as she tried to ease his worry.

    When Be noticed a smile growing on his lips, she continued, "I’m not visiting Quantum Capital for the official agenda; I just want to chat with them, especially Sam and Leo. I didn’t talk much with them at Harper’s wedding."

    "Thank you, dear," Tristan said, leaning closer to her. He kissed her gently before standing up to nce at their daughter. He felt slightly jealous of the twins for stealing his wife’s attention and timetely.

    He shook his head lightly, trying to set aside his urge to touch his wife in the middle of breastfeeding their daughter. Stepping back, he said, "Dear, I’ll go now. Call me if you leave the house."

    "I will," Be smiled at him.

    Rising from the nursing chair, she ced Aurora in her baby box before picking up Oliver, who had just woken up. She walked Tristan to the stairs before returning to the nursing room to breastfeed her son.

    ***

    The morning started slow but got passed so fast.

    When Be was ready to leave the house, she stopped by to see Dax, who was practicing piano in the music room. She felt relieved to see Noora and Geoffrey there with him.

    Noora made sure to record the piano session. At the same time, Geoffrey sat silently in the corner, his eyes never leaving Dax and the surroundings.

    Be waited until Dax finished his piece, then approached him to tell him she was heading to the office. After a brief chat, she left the room.

    ...

    In the front yard, she spotted Bryan waiting for her next to a brand-new car she had never seen before—a ck sedan without any recognizable brand.

    "Hi Bryan, I’m sorry if I interrupted your day off," Be said, feeling slightly guilty.

    "Ma’am, I’m happy to be here. I get bored at my parents’ house," Bryan chuckled as he opened the door for her. "When Boss Tristan called me back, it was a good excuse to escape from them."

    Be didn’t press further; she appreciated that he was trying to make her feel less guilty.

    Once Bryan was seated behind the wheel, Be asked, "Why did Tristan buy a new car? I’ve never seen this one before."

    "Ma’am, Boss Tristan bought this car for you. It has a defense system simr to that of a head of state’s car—bulletproof and grenade proof—which is much better than his other bulletproof vehicles," Bryan exined.

    Be gasped at his words. She wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or sad about it.

    "Wow, a cool car! And Tristan gave it to me?" Be was speechless. "Shouldn’t he be the one who needs it? He often leaves the house."

    "Ma’am, don’t worry. Boss Tristan bought more than one—" Bryan’s sentence trailed off, suddenly cautious about revealing too much information.

    He chats briefly with the guard at the gate before driving smoothly onto the main road, trying not to mention the car any further.

    Just when Bryan thought Be had lost interest, her curious voice broke the silence. "How many cars did my husband buy this time?"

    Bryan caught Be’s demanding gaze in the rearview mirror, making it difficult for him to avoid the topic any longer.

    Quickly returning his focus to the road, he answered, "Five cars. Three are the same as this one, and two are SUVs..."

    Be could only shake her head slowly, imagining her husband spending hundreds of millions on a car with such sophisticated security features.

    ’Did he think Astington would be a battlefield in the future? Why is he equipping himself like this?’ Be mused, feeling a mix of amusement and concern.