Be and Tristan rushed to the first floor, hoping they could still apany Dax to breakfast. However, they did not see him when they arrived, and no one was around.

"Are they going to the beach for his daily training again?" Be walked over to the ss wall with a view of the backyard to check. But she couldn’t see anyone near the pool.

Tristan stood beside Be, following her line of sight. After he put his hand on her shoulder, he nced and was surprised to see how worried her gaze was now.

"Don’t worry, they are probably walking on the beach. Let me call Geoffrey," Tristan smiled, trying to make his wife more rxed. With his other hand, he called Geoffrey.

On the first ring, the phone connected, "Good morning, Master. I wille to you—"

"No need. I just wanted to ask you. Do you know where Dax is?" he asked.

Tristan’s eyes were still focused on Be, who was standing in front of him. He could see the unease in her expression. He smiled at her as he took her hand and squeezed it gently.

However, when his eyes fell on her parted cherry lips, he silently swallowed as he remembered their passionate kiss earlier. He couldn’t help but pull her into his arms, causing Be to re at him when her face was suddenly on his firm chest.

’Geez! This man is increasingly daring to show his intimacy, feeding everyone with his PDA!*’ She could only vent her frustration in her heart while listening to their conversation.

"Yes. We are now in the guest lounge on the right wing. He is ying with Max. Do you want me to send him there?"

Be could faintly hear Geoffrey’s voice and shook her head to signal Tristan to let their son yputer games with Max. Since they arrived, Dax had never yed his game; he mostly spent his time at the pool or beach.

"Let him y more, Geoffrey."

"Yes, sir."

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After Tristan ended the call, he put his cell phone in his trouser pocket while smiling happily to see Be still in his arms. Even though she had now shifted her gaze to the backyard, her head still leaned on his chest, making his heart swell.

His hands wrapped around her while kissing the top of her head before he asked her, "Do you want to check on Dax or have breakfast?"

Tristan was too tall for Be; her head didn’t pass his shoulders. She needed to look up to see him in the eyes.

She looks at his blue eyes and quickly answers, "Let’s have breakfast first. He might stop ying with Max if he saw us now."

"Ok, my darling wife. We need to feed you more food for our wild nightter..." Tristan whispered in his alluring tone, butter, heughed when Be pinched his stomach.

He let go of her embrace, took her hand, and walked to the dining table.

The dining room was connected to the dry, modern kitchen and bar in the corner. A ss wall surrounded the room so they could see the sea and the beautiful garden outside.

Be saw that the food still looked warm on the table as if it had just been served before they came down.

Several types of breakfast were served on the table. Still, Be chose her usual breakfast. A Hash Browns omelet. She also picks a few pieces of fruit: golden melon and watermelon. For drinks, the kitchen staff served Cold Brew coffee; she poured the coffee herself, added a little low-fat milk to her coffee, and put in a couple of ice cubes.

After preparing her coffee, Be turned to Tristan beside her. She was surprised to see him supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes lovingly staring at her.

Looking at his loving expression, enough to make her heart race again. She silently tries to calm her heart before asking, "Do you want me to prepare your breakfast, too?"

"If you are willing, it will make me the happiest husband in the world."

Be paused, feeling a flutter in her stomach at his endearing words. It was still hard for her to believe that she had witnessed Tristan Sinir’s romantic shamelessness in the past two days.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked calmly, cing the empty te in front of him.

Tristan was so busy gazing at her beauty that he forgot to answer her question.

Be frowned and looked at him, rendered speechless.

"Tristan? Stop looking at me like that…" Be said, feeling a bit awkward under Tristan’s intimate gaze.

Instantly, a nameless fire burned inside her as images of their almost lovemaking shed through her mind. She quickly turned her gaze to her coffee, avoiding his eyes while trying to calm her heartbeat.

However, Tristan softly called her name before her heart could beat usually. She turned to him. Her eyes widened when she saw his face so close, their noses almost touching.

Be pulled her head away.

However, Tristan’s hand gently held the back of her head, directing it towards him, and kissed her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his lips cover hers. She broke the kiss and said, "We’re in the dining room, Tristan..."

A small smile graced his face before he said, "Sorry, Be. I couldn’t help but want to taste your alluring lips..." His smile widened as he pulled his head away from her.

Be sighed as she sat up straight again.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat you... I mean... I want to eat the same as you. And your coffee looks delicious, too."

Be said nothing as she ced the Hash Browns omelet on Tristan’s te and continued making him Cold Brew coffee.

They enjoyed breakfast while chatting about their ns for the day. This was theirst day in this city before they returned to the capital this afternoon.

"Do you want to go somewhere? Maybe take a ride with Dax?" Tristan asked. He knew Dax hadn’t left the beach house since they arrived.

"Sounds good. We can go have lunch at a local restaurant..."

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*PDA = Public Disy of Affection