"Ah, I have moved..." Tristan said, taking a deep breath and gazing again at the street ahead. "My wife sold our marital house. That’s why I moved." He said in his pitiful tone.

Be, "..."

"You are joking, right?"

"No, I’m not joking. Do I look like I’m joking?" he asked with his innocent expression.

Be was puzzled. She wondered whether Tristan was just joking around or telling the truth.

’Gosh! This man is bizarre...’ She could only vent her frustration in her mind while asionally stealing a nce at him.

Before long...

Be felt goosebumps when she saw the car finally enter the Little Heaven main gate.

"Tristan, don’t tell me... You also stay at Little Heaven?"

"Mmmm…" Said Tristan before looking at her and nodded.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"No way!! You also live here? Really?" He asked, surprised.

Be, "...."

"Oh,e on… Mr. Sinir, you don’t have to pretend. I know you already knew that." Be shook her head slightly when she saw him smile. "Tristan, you can drive to your house now. I will drive myself after that. I don’t want Dax to see us together..."

Tristan stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped suddenly.

"W-Why you stop?" She asked in suprised.

He didn’t answer but looked at her thoughtfully, causing Be to worry as she met his cold but sharp gaze.

"I hope you’ll allow me to meet our son, Be..." Tristan said. He couldn’t let Sean have a close rtionship with his son while he, as a father, never met Dax.

There was no reason for Be not to allow him to meet Dax. But she had to ask Dax first. "I will. But I have to ask Dax first..."

"Thank you," Mixed feelings now spread in Tristan’s heart, between tension, fear, and excitement about meeting his son.

Tristan restarted the car engine, and his tense expression gave way to a warm smile. Even though Be refuses to return to him now, she allows him to meet their son. This is a good sign.

Not long after,

The car stopped right in front of Be’s house. It made her surprised.

"Tristan, why did you stop here?" Be looked at him, confused. "You can drive to your house first. I can drive here again."

"No need. I can walk from here," he said, taking off his seatbelt and smiling at her.

"Seriously? Where?"

"Over there..." Tristan pointed to the enormous house next to her Grandfather’s house.

Be, "...."

"Alright, you have to go home. It’s toote," Tristan said. However, before opening the door, he turned again to Be. "Don’t make me wait too long, Be. I need to meet our son sooner..."

"Hmm, no worries."

Be took a deep breath as she watched Tristan leave the car. Seeing his back disappear from sight, she felt her heart ache for some unknown reason. She didn’t understand why she felt this way.

She immediately moved behind the wheel after trying to calm her heart and mind. When the car passed the guard post, a guard stopped her vehicle.

"Ms. Donovan, I’m sorry to stop you. A few minutes ago, someone delivered several shopping bags. They said these were yours." The guard pointed to the shopping bags lined up on the guard table.

Only then did Be remember her clothes and Dax.

"Yes, they’re mine. Can you help me put them in the back?" she asked.

While the guard ced all the bags in the back row, she took out her cell phone and texted Tristan.

[Be: ] Thank you. I have received the shopping bags.

[Be: ] And I will return your card when we meet again.

[Tristan: ] No need to return the card. Keep it for our son’s needs.

Even though she didn’t want Tristan’s money to raise Dax, she couldn’t refuse it. Tristan had the right to pay for Dax’s expenses. But for her needs, she couldn’t ept his money because they no longer had a rtionship.

She typed again and sent it,

[Be: ] Well, Tristan, I actually used your card to buy my clothes.

[Be: ] Can you send me your bank ount? I will return your money.

Tristan, who was walking into his yard, suddenly stopped. A warm smile appeared on the corner of his lips as he read her text message.

He remembered asking Max to block Be from using her own card when she had been shopping at Flyte earlier.

Tristan replies to her message immediately and walks inside his house in a good mood.

...

Be was speechless reading the short message from Tristan.

[Tristan: ] No need. Just consider it as my gift because you gave birth to our son. (Love Emoji)

"This man—" she muttered to herself. Utterly speechless.

When Be arrived home, she saw Nick and Noora waiting for her in front of the main door.

"Dax and Grandpa?" Be asked Noora, who opened the car door for her.

"They already sleep."

Be looked at her watch and smiled when she realized it was already past ten o’clock.

"Young Miss, will you use this car again tomorrow? Or do you want to change to another car?" asked Nick, who was preparing to park the vehicle in the basement.

Be turned to Nick. "No. I like this car. I’ll just use this..." she said and entered the house, with Noora following close behind.

"Young Miss, didn’t your office give you a car?" Noora asked as they walked to the second floor.

"They did, along with a driver, but I won’t use it until Monday. Tomorrow, I will only visit thepany to check the situation and meet my new assistant."

"That’s good to hear. I was worried you’d tire of driving from here to the office..." Noora expressed her concern for Be.

"Mmmmm…..It would be tiring to drive alone there," Be sighed deeply. She had nned to live in the penthouse above her office to avoidmuting and spend more time with Dax. But because she decided to move here, she would deal with itter.

However, something else added to her worries. Tristan Sinir, the person she wanted to avoid while living in this city, became her next-door neighbor.

She didn’t expect this. But she can’t avoid him, too.

Sigh!