Tristan immediately stood up from his chair.

"Okay, son... Let’s talk in my office." Tristan said to Dax. He then looked at Be. "You may go upstairs if you want, Be. There’s a room you can use to rest, and about your cake, I will ask Geoffrey to take your cake upstairs."

His lips revealed a barely noticeable smile when he saw her eyes slightly open wide, suprised.

Be tore her gaze away from him, feeling a strange sensation in her heart as she looked into his eyes.

’Damn, Bells! Don’t lose focus!’ She mentally scolds herself while trying to calm her mind.

"Hmm, okay," she epts his offer, realizing she does need a private space to wait. There’s a call she needs to make.

Later, Be follows them upstairs.

This isn’t Be’s first visit to this house or ascent to the second floor. She’s no longer as nervous as before, especially with Dax by her side.

What worried her now was the topic Dax wished to discuss with Tristan. That’s what piques her curiosity.

"Your room is here. The door in front of it leads to our son’s bedroom; he can use it whenever he’s here," Tristan exins casually.

However, Be is momentarily speechless at his words.

She feels reassured hearing him refer to Dax as "our son" in front of the boy. She notices a smile forming on Dax’s face upon hearing that.

"Alright, we’ll catch up with youter, Be," Tristan excuses himself, then asks Dax to apany him to his home office.

Be needed a few minutes to collect herself when she realized something.

’Did Tristan prepare a special room for me? Why... Why did he do that!?’

It was hard for Be to understand. She would have understood if Tristan had made room for Dax because he is his son.

But why did he also provide a room exclusively for her?

Be frowned as her eyes lingered on Tristan’s home office door for a few more seconds before she finally turned to look at the bedroom Tristan said was for her.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door.

Slowly, her hand reached to open it. When the door finally swung open, what she saw shocked her.

"T-This—" Be felt a surge of emotions overwhelm her.

The room was decorated just like her bedroom when they were still married. She stepped inside and checked to see if he had also moved all the same furniture into this room.

When Be saw the familiar sofa in the corner, she could only gasp, too surprised to believe it was the same sofa she had once seen. Now, she realized even the bed was the same.

Gosh!

"Did he move all the furniture from my room to this ce!? He must be... Why did he do that?" She was speechless as she scanned the room.

When she noticed another door in the corner, her eyes narrowed.

"That room must be a walk-in closet, right?"

Be’s heart beat slightly faster as she approached the door.

When she opened it, another wave of shock engulfed her.

She took a deep breath when she saw that all the clothes and other belongings she had left behind years ago were in this room.

After checking the room for a few more minutes, Be walked out.

She sat on the sofa and once again surveyed the whole room from where she was sitting.

Being in this room felt like stepping back into the past when she was still married to Tristan. Everything she saw in the room was still the same.

However, what sets this room apart from the old one is that it doesn’t have a connecting door to Tristan’s room. Also, there were no wedding photos in this room, as Be had asked Aunty Noora to burn them all in the past.

"Tristan Sinir, what is the meaning of all this? Why do you insist on keeping all of this in your house?" Be muttered to herself, feeling puzzled by Tristan’s attitude.

Since meeting with Tristan, Be has noticed a significant change in him.

He seemed entirely different from the one she once knew — almost like they were two different individuals. Such thoughts often crossed Be’s mind, leaving herpletely confused about the situation.

Deciding to set aside her curiosity for the time being, Be reached for her cell phone.

She had to take care of something important before starting her new job as the CEO of Quantum Capital.

Be dialed a number, and after the second ring, Leo’s hoarse voice greeted her from the other end, sounding as if he had just woken up from sleep.

"Wow, Leo, it’s almost lunchtime, and you’re just waking up?"

"What? Why are you calling me?" Leo asked, ignoring her question.

Be’s expression shifted as something dawned on her.

"Did I call at the wrong time?" Be asked. She starts to feel worried and wonders if Leo might be with someone.

With no response from Leo, only a small groan from the other end, Be’s face flushed at the thought of Leo still in bed with his partner.

Lightly pping her head, she hurriedly said, "Ugh, sorry Leo, I’ll call youter... or... you can call me."

Beep!

Be promptly ended the call.

"Oh no! What have I done?" Be chuckled to herself, making a mental note to text Leo before calling him over the weekend.

...

ncing at her watch, she could guess that Tristan and Dax would need more time to speak.

Be decided toy on the bed. However, before she could rise from the sofa, her cell phone, which she had tossed beside her, vibrated.

Seeing Leo’s name on the screen made her hesitate to answer. But, remembering the urgent matter she wished to discuss, she picked up the call.

Before Be could utter a word, Leo’s slightly irritated voice came through, "Boss, you’re so heartless! How could you hang up the phone after I just woke up?"

"Oh,e on... we’re not in the office. Talk to me like you usually do," Be replied, ignoring his irate.

Leo sighed deeply before asking, "—alright, what do you want?"