h1 ss="dib mb0 fw700 fs24 lh1.5"Chapter 12: Finally, He Call!/h1

Tristan slowly opened his eyes. He sat up straight, fixing his gaze at Dn.

“Prepare the car; we need to go there now—” He said, then stood up.

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It had been several minutes since Tristan’s car stopped in front of a five-story building. The street seems empty, only their car park there.

This is the second time Tristan has visited this ce. The first time was a long time ago. He came to this ce just because his grandpa forced him toe to pick her up to move into their marital home.

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That time, he didn’t feel anything when he came here. But now, looking at her house, a strange feeling arose in his heart. This confused him.

He looked up at the third floor, seeing yellow lights from one of the windows in the corner — Be’s bedroom.

“Boss, do you want to go upstairs?” Suddenly, Dn’s voice could be heard beside the driver, distracting Tristan.

He turns his gaze to Dn, but no wordse from his lips.

“Ugh, s-sorry, boss…” Dn feels like he wants to p himself to ask that question. How stupid! He presses his lips and turns his gaze, looking outside the window, avoiding Tristan’s sharp gaze.

Dn’s words seemed to awaken Tristan from his confusion. Tristan tried to think clearly again. He warned himself that he already divorced Be. They don’t have any connection; even though he wants to see her now, he can’t bring himself to do so.

He clearly remembers what John Turner said, that Be asked him not to acknowledge her if they meet again.

‘What do you expect, Tristan? Just like you, Be also didn’t have feelings toward you. This is a business marriage—’ He speaks in his heart.

Tristan turns his eyes again to the window on the third floor. When he saw the light turn off, his lips slightly lifted to form a faint smile.

‘Looks like she already sleeps,’ Tristan turns to look at the chauffeur. “You can move now!” he said, resting his back against the seat and closing his eyes.

“Sir, where are we going?” The chauffeur asked while ncing at Tristan through the rearview mirror.

Dn, who sat beside the chauffeur, also looked at Tristan, curious to hear his answer about whether they would go to his penthouse or Laura Kiels’ house.

Waiting for a few more seconds, with no response from Tristan, Dn turned his gaze to the chauffeur.

“Drive to Ms. Kiels’ house—” Dn answers him. He can’t leave Ms. Kiels waiting as he already said they would go there even though his boss said nothing.

Dn knows his boss needs someone to apany him these days — his boss looks awfully stressed after he finalizes his divorce from Be and handles his mother.

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Be turned off the light and walked toward the window to close the curtain.

However, before she could close the window, her eyes spotted a ck Maybach moving slowly on the street. Her hand halted slightly, looking at the car disappear from her line of sight.

“Since when did this area be wealthy people’s yground?” She chuckled. It’s been four years since she came here, and thest time she remembered, this area was only for middle-ss people.

When she was in college, Be and her colleagues sessfully invested. They earned decent money in theirst year at university. With that money, she decided to buy this apartment.

Although the house is small and in a middle-ieplex, it is still near her university. She could walk to her campus in just ten minutes.

However, after marrying Tristan, Be no longeres to this house. She only asked Aunty Noora toe regrly to clean the house.

She hadn’t nned to sell this house because this was the first property she bought with her own money. She will keep this one for her youthful memories.

But Be feels sad now because she has to leave this house again. She can’t stay here anymore, as it’s not a safe ce to hide her pregnancy from Tristan Sinir— He knows about this ce.

She would be in trouble if Tristan knew about her pregnancy; he might snatch this child from her. This was something that made her very worried about staying in this country.

Be took a deep breath while trying to put aside her worries about Tristan. She walked to the bed and decided to rest her mind.

However, before Be could sleep, her cell phone rang. She immediately sat on the edge of the bed and took her cell phone from the bedside table. Her smile bloomed when she saw Sean’s name appear on the screen.

“Hi, Sean,” Be greeted him. She couldn’t hold her smile, too happy that Sean finally called her.

On the other end, Sean was frozen in his ce. He did not intend to call her now but pressed the dial button without realizing it.

“S-Sorry if I woke you up, Bells,” Sean said apologetically. He didn’t expect Be to answer the phone on the first ring.

“No. You do not wake me up,” Be said, “I’m not yet asleep. Well, I’m so happy you call me now, Sean…” She had been waiting for his call all day, but this man didn’t call her either.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Sean smiled, relieved to hear that. “So, how is your condition? Are you still in the hospital?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for finding me on the street, Sean.” Be smiled wryly at the thought of what happened at that time—her subconscious made her almost end her life.

Sean was silent and did not immediately respond. He knew yesterday Be had actually intentionally walked in front of his car in the heavy rain — she couldn’t think straight.

“d to help,” Sean said. “Ok, if there’s nothing else, you better sleep now, we can talk another day when you feel much better—”

“Sean, wait,” Be immediately stopped him. “I just want to let you know that I will leave this country and move to Europe in a couple of days.”

“You’re moving out of the country? Why? I mean…” Sean stopped his sentence, shocked. “—Did you follow your husband?”

Be clenched her fist before saying, “Sean, I’m divorced—”