After he gave Dax a new task toplete — to make him busy. Max typed something on his keyboard. The monitor went ck in just a few seconds, and many green codes and numbers finally appeared.

Max’s hands dance across the keyboard even faster as he tries to check the location of his gaming friend’s X4D.

If X4D were in this city, he would be sure that the little man beside him was X4D.

Max still tries to refuse to believe this kid is his gaming friend.

Nevertheless, Max’s expression slowly changes from calm to shocked after a few more seconds when he finds X4D’s actual location.

’What the hell!! So, this little Dax is that witty X4D who always calls me stupid and slow!?’

Max can’t help but curse inwardly while looking at Dax in shock and disbelief. He wanted to be sure, to ask him, but he felt his words betray him; he couldn’t say a single word.

He could only pray that this little Dax would not notice him, knowing that user ID Bitter_Coffee was actually him.

****

When she woke up, Be was surprised to find herself in the bedroom at Tristan’s house.

’Why am I suddenly here?’ Be mumbled, confused. She remembers sitting on the sofa in Dax’s bedroom, waiting for him to wake up from his nap.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. No one was in the room. Upon checking her watch, Be sighed in relief, realizing dinner was still hours away.

However, she suddently felt terrible because she had slept for almost two hours.

After folding the nket neatly and checking her appearance in the bathroom, Be left the room to find Dax and Tristan.

Be was surprised when she left the room and saw Tristan standing in the living room. He was still wearing the same clothes—his favorite ck slim-fit shirt with ck trousers—and stood motionless in front of therge ss window that looked out onto the garden.

Looking at Tristan’s broad back, Be could feel her heartbeat quicken; she felt nervous for some unknown reason.

After she adjusted her thoughts and expressions, she immediately approached him.

Be cleared her throat as she stopped a few steps behind Tristan.

"Oh, you’re awake, Be..." Tristan smiled lovingly when he turned back to see her.

However, when Tristan saw her hair styled in a simple bun, showing off her smooth, long neck, his smile gradually turned frosty. Instantly, the feeling that he had been suppressing when Be was asleep slowly emerged.

’Damn, Tristan Sinir!!’ He could only scold himself in his mind, trying to restrain himself from pulling this alluring woman into his arms and kissing her. His imagination was now starting to run wild, and the more he imagined it, the more suffering he was.

He shook his head slowly, wanting to throw away his dirty thoughts.

’Man! You better stop now!’ Tristan tried to warn himself, but how could he resist her charm now?

He clenches his hand while trying to maintain his smile at her.

"Mhm..." Be answered, "Tristan, I’m sorry I fell asleep... Did you carry me to the bedroom?" She asked.

It couldn’t be Dax who moved her, right?

He didn’t rush to answer her but sat on the single sofa, trying to avoid eye contact.

Tristan motioned for her to join him in sitting. After he saw her sitting on the opposite sofa, he smiled before answering her question. "Yes. Our son asked me to move you to your bed because he was worried you would sleep in an ufortable position," he answered sincerely.

He wouldn’t have dared if Dax hadn’t asked. He clearly remembered what he once promised, he would not touch her without her permission.

"Sorry, Be. I didn’t have a choice but to carry you."

"It’s fine. I understand..." Be said. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her son being mature before his age. "Where is he now?" she asked.

A relieved smile slowly appeared on Tristan’s face; Be wasn’t angry. This is enough for him.

"He is downstairs. He took hisputer lesson with Max. Do you want to see him?" He offered.

Be shook her head. She didn’t want to disturb her son during his studies. Besides, she needed to peruse and borate on several crucial files on herptop now.

"Tristan, I need to return home now."

"Return home? Be, you promise to dine with me. But why you—" Tristan, unable to continue his words, feels disappointed.

Be immediately exined when she saw his gloomy expression. "I need to check something important on myptop. I will return here again before dinner, can I?"

"Oh, I see," Tristan’s smile returned when he heard her exnation.

"Be, you may use myputer to remotely ess your files if it’s on the cloud. If it’s on yourptop, I can ask Geoffrey toe to your house to bring yourptop here. There’s no need to waste time and energy going home now."

Be was surprised to hear his offer, but she thought the offer was sensible.

"Yeah, I can ess the files remotely. But are you sure you’refortable if I use yourputer?" Asked Be. A big boss like him usually does not allow others to use theirptops or homeputers.

"Yeah, a hundred percent fine with me," Tristan chuckled and stood. "Let’s go to my office..."

Be followed Tristan to his home office. She felt slightly ufortable because it was her first time entering his office. She can see that the furniture in this room is typical of a workspace, with an elegant, modern, and minimalist interior.

Tristan stopped at his desk and looked to see her, "Be, you can use thisptop." He said while pointing at thergeptop on the table.

Be wasn’t moving, and she looked hesitant to approach him. Upon seeing that, Tristan continued, "Oh, my apology, Be. Here, you can sit at my table...and I’ll wait for you on that sofa in the corner."