Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 29:.

Tristan wanted to say something...

But in the end, he held back.

“Get in the car. I'll take you home,” he said. After speaking, he turned around and got into the car, his back

lonely.

Stella looked at his back and thought that since he hadn't said anything about her calling him Brother Tristan,

she would asshe accepted it. She had already shown her dislike of him anyway.

Stella got into the car. The vehicle sped away, as if venting its anger. But, of course, since Stella was also in the

car, even though she was driving at full speed, her pace was steady and she was driving smoothly.

At a red light, Tristan stopped the car and looked at her. “Stella.... | won't force you to accept me, but | won't give

up either,” he told her.

In all these years, it was true that | had never thought of giving her up, but I just couldn't do it.

When you fall in love with someone, it’s not easy to let go. When he learned that he had divorced RK, he realized

how much he wanted her in his life.

He rushed back, but she had been gone for six years. He thought she was gone from his life forever, that he

would never see her again. But then... he saw her again. It was like a drowning man finding the shore.

He could not and would not give her up.

Stella listened to his words and pursed her lips. She didn’t know what to answer-should she persuade him to give

her up? But then she thought, why should she, what right did she have to stop him?

Stella’s mind was filled with so many thoughts that she began to feel tired. Soon after, she fell asleep.

She was tired and felt very comfortable inside the car. Thanks to the medicine, she also felt that her stomach no

longer hurt....

Thus, she slept soundly inside the car for the entire drive until Tristan took her out of the car and went home. At

the door, he was about to wake the sleeping woman in his arms when the door opened from the inside.

It was Adrian who had opened the door for him.

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He was in the habit of sitting on the balcony waiting for his “Darling” so that he could see her as soon as she

returned and open the door for her.

He had seen RK send her htwice and now, today, he saw Tristan do the same.

Since Adrian wasn’t tall and Tristan was already holding Stella in his arms, he didn’t see the girl inside the house

and thought the door opened automatically. Adrian stood to the side, watching curiously as Tristan held Stella in

his arms.

As Tristan was about to enter, he finally noticed the boy. He stopped and looked again at the number on the door.

He remembered clearly that when he asked Stella for her address, she had told him the shouse number...

So why was there a child inside? wondered Tristan.

Tristan looked at Adrian and politely asked, “Is this Stella’s house?”

Adrian nodded three times in a row.

Thinking the boy might not understand him, Tristan again asked, “Is this Stella Richard’s house?”

Adrian, confused as to why this man was holding his Darling and asking the squestion again, still nodded

three times.

Finally, he spoke. “Why are you holding my Darling like that?”

After listening to his words, Tristan remembered...

When Stella was at the Richard family’s home, she had received a voice mail from a child calling her “Honey”.

She assumed it was the schild.

“So you're Stella's colleague’s nephew. She drank too much and fell asleep in my car, so | brought her back.” But

as soon as Tristan entered the house, he was blocked by Adrian. He didn’t want to let him in.

Adrian listened to her words and frowned. He pointed to his mouth with his little finger and said, “Who told you

that I'm his colleague’s nephew?”.

“What is she talking about?” Adrian thought. “Can’t she see how much Darling and | are alike? We're clearly

mother and son. This guy must have bad eyesight. That's why he didn’t notice...”

Tristan began to feel embarrassed. “Maybe the child doesn’t understand the relationship between adults,” he

thought, and decided not to insist.

Tristan tried to intervene again, but Adrian blocked him once more. Although the boy only reached Tristan’s

waist, he stood firm in front of him like a small shield.

Adrian looked at him and said, “Put Darling on the couch and leave.”

Tristan’s mouth twitched... What a rude boy...

When he wakes up, he has to ask Stella why he was so rude.

“If I take her down, how will you get her to her room?”. Tristan looked at him and didn’t get angry.

He took out his wallet, handed it to Adrian and said, “I'm a friend of Stella's, I'm not a bad person. You can check

my ID card. If you think I'm a bad person, you can call the police.”

Adrian held his chin thoughtfully, scrutinizing Tristan from head to toe. Then he flipped through his wallet and

looked at his ID card.

Adrian looked at his ID card with a straight face, as if he understood everything. But it was clear that he didn’t

understand anything? He just looked at the not-so-familiar words with a serious expression. Then he looked at

his photo and at the man in front of him.

After a while, he nodded and said, “Okay, come.”

Tristan’s lips curved into a smile. It seemed the boy was very smart.

Adrian picked up his wallet and continued to look inside. Except for a few bank cards that he didn’t understand,

there were only a few coins and a bunch of bills. Looking at the money, Adrian thought....

“He looks like he’s quite rich.... No, looking at his face and his money, he’s not only rich but also quite

handsome.... So he’s rich and handsat the stime.”

Since Emily had gone out to play with sof her friends, only Adrian had been left halone at the time.

There were three bedrooms.

This house was not as big as the Richard family’s, but it was good enough for the three of them to live in.

Tristan gently placed Stella on the bed, then helped her change and tucked her in before quietly leaving the

room.

Adrian stood in the doorway, his wallet bigger than his hand, watching Tristan. After a while, he thought, “Looks

like this guy likes my Darling...”.

After closing Stella's door, Tristan did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood looking around the house where

he lived. From the living room to the kitchen, Emily’s room, and finally the third bedroom....

“Is this your room?” he asked looking at the boy next to him.

“Yes,” Adrian replied.

“Uncle? Am | that old?” thought Tristan, but he didn’t care. “Why are you living with Stella, is there room for your

family?”

Adrian looked confused. He didn’t understand the second part of the question at all, but he clearly understood

the first half...

She pouted with her little mouth and raised her blue eyes, frowning at him. “Why can’t | live with her, what kind

of question is that?”.

Tristan laughed awkwardly. “Did | misunderstand something?” he wondered. In the Richard family, Stella had said

that the boy in her house was her colleague’s nephew. “Has something happened?”

Tristan looked at the boy in front of him, who was scowling like a wolf cub. He thought he looked adorable. It was

rare for him to squat down in front of the boy and look at him. Now, looking at him like that, he found him even

more adorable...

As | spoke to him, his voice becvery soft and gentle. “Then tellwho you are, so | won't misunderstand

you.”

Adrian didn’t expect this guy to be so gentle. He was even gentler than the best candidate he had in mind for his

Darling: a man who drove a black Rolls-Royce. He liked him a lot.

| wanted to know who this guy was. But he was too proud to ask what he was. Instead, Adrian squinted and

asked, “Who are you? Why should | tell you?”

“He's set a trap,” Tristan thought, smiling. “My nis David Tristan. You can callUncle Tristan.”

“Oh, wow! We've only met twice and already he wantsto call him Uncle Tristan,” Adrian thought. “It seems

this guy is one of my darling’s suitors.” He seemed kind and gentle.

Plus, he had money and he was handsome. Of course, it wasn't just the money that mattered, but she had seen

him take care of her Darling with finesse, which mattered most.

Looking at him, Adrian reluctantly introduced himself. “My nis Adrian Richard.”

“Adrian Richard?” repeated Tristan, the smile disappearing from his face. There was only confusion written on his

face.

He looked Adrian over from head to toe for quite a while, but he didn’t remember any member of the Richard

family having such a child.

At least he had grown up in the Richard family with Stella, but this child was unfamiliar to him.

Tristan looked at him and said nonchalantly, “So your last nis Richard, too.”

Adrian looked at him in confusion. He stood in front of Tristan, looked at him with his big blue eyes and nodded

innocently. He

opened his mouth and said, “My Darling's last nis Richard, so of course my last nis Richard too.”

But when Adrian finished speaking, the whole room fell silent. It was so silent that, if it weren't for the two

figures standing there, one might think it was empty.

Adrian looked at Tristan for a while and suddenly got scared. “Did | say something wrong?”

He looked at the guy, who a minute ago seemed nice and now looked scary. Tristan did not respond immediately.

He looked at the boy again from head to toe and then back at his face. “You...”

He took a deep breath and asked, “Are you Stella’s son?”

Adrian was quite startled by this question and quickly took two steps back.... There was only confusion in his

blue eyes.

But then he nodded and replied in his childish voice, “Yes, Uncle. Don’t you think we look alike?”

Once again, the room fell silent. The smile had been a long one on Tristan’s part. He did not answer Adrian’s

question. His face was cold and he looked like he was going to explode at any moment.

After staring at each other for a moment, “Bang.” Tristan slammed the door and left without looking back.

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