A weekter.

    It has been three days since Be returned home. Everyone has resumed their regr activities except for Tristan, who leads and manages hispanies from home, usually in his home office.

    Be is getting used to her new busy life as a mother of twins. However, handling and caring for two babies at once is not easy.

    Fortunately, unlike when she cared for Dax, this time, Be has the help of not only Noora but also her mother and husband.

    Be now has more time to rest and is starting to focus on losing weight. Over the past two days, she has been going to the house gym twice daily for cardio, calisthenics, or weightlifting to lose weight more quickly.

    Tristan is concerned about Be’s intense workout routine. He doesn’t want her to be exhausted while caring for their twins and Dax.

    Since yesterday, Tristan has been feeling uneasy. He is worried and has tried to persuade her to go easy with her exercise schedule. However, she softly and cutely declines his request, saying she only does all her exercises with low intensity, not hard ones.

    Tristan silently sighed deeply as he watched her change into ck silk pajamas.

    Sensing Tristan’s presence in the walk-in closet, Be turns to see him with a light smile. She saw him lean against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, concern clearly showing in his profound gaze.

    "Hubby, why are you looking at me like that?" Be asked yfully, trying to cheer him up. She could guess what he was thinking now.

    Tristan didn’t rush to answer her; he walked to lessen their distance.

    "Be, you know you don’t need to hurry to reach your ideal weight, right?" Tristan didn’t let her reply as he continued, "I don’t mind your current weight...you still have great curves. You will always look sexy and hot no matter your size."

    He expressed his sincere thoughts while cing his hand on her waist and pulling her closer to him.

    Tristan never had enough of his craving for his wife’s softness and warmth whenever she was in his arms.

    He wanted to touch and caress her, but he held back. He couldn’t do that now; she had only given birth a few days ago. Pressing his desire to touch her, he swallowed silently while feeding his eyes with her beauty.

    Be looked up to meet his worried gaze.

    "I know... Tristan. I know that. But I don’t want to appear at Harper’s wedding with this look. I’m double, no, but triple from my weight before my pregnancy."

    She sighed while leaning her head on his chest, her hands wrapped around his waist.

    After a few more seconds passed, she whispered, "I don’t want people to talk badly about me because I will walk beside you, hubby."

    Tristan held her tightly, gently resting his chin on her head.

    They hugged briefly before he responded to her worry.

    "My dear, ignore other people’s opinions. They are unimportant in our lives, so let’s ignore them, okay?"

    Be opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she pressed her lips and set aside her need to express her worry. She understood that Tristan was right.

    She didn’t feelfortable meeting influential people in this country, and she knew the media would be there to cover the wedding. Her confidence wavered at the thought of appearing beside her handsome and powerful husband.

    ’Goodness, Be! Can you stop thinking about all these useless things?’ She scolded herself inwardly while shaking her head lightly, trying to dismiss all her worries from her mind.

    "Alright, dear," Tristan said, loosening his arms and cing his hand on her chin to make her look at him.

    "There’s something I wanted to give you," Tristan continued, his eyes beaming as he looked into her curious gaze.

    "Another gift?" Be asked, no longer surprised to hear that.

    Since giving birth to twins, she received gifts daily from friends, family, and even Tristan’s friends and colleagues. The gifts were too much; they needed to be put in one room as she didn’t have time to check them.

    Tristan didn’t reply. Instead, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

    He didn’t join her on the couch immediately; instead, he asked her to wait a while before disappearing into his office.

    Be, noticing Tristan’s mysterious expression, became tense as she waited for him.

    She tried to distract herself by grabbing her cell phone and checking the twins’ condition in their room. The CCTV footage showed them sleeping soundly.

    Be felt relieved to see Noora still waiting in the next room with her mother.

    The thought of her twins sleeping in a separate room made Be unhappy. However, she was willing to make peace with her feelings because it was for their own good and the well-being of the children. Sincest night, the twins had been sleeping in their room, next to the master bedroom and across from Dax’s room.

    Engrossed in watching her baby sleep, Be didn’t realize that Tristan had returned.

    "What are you watching?" he asked.

    Be looked up to see Tristan sitting beside her.

    "What else?" Be smiled, showing Tristan her cell phone screen before putting it on the table.

    "They will be fine," Tristan said softly as if he understood his wife’s anxiety. She wanted the twins’ cribs moved to their room.

    "I know. I’m just too bored to wait alone here, so I opened the CCTV to check on them," Be exined. Her eyes narrowed at him before asking, "So, what do you want to give me?"

    Tristan took a small ck velvet box from his pocket and showed it to Be.

    "This one—" His smile grew wider when he saw her surprise.

    "A ring?" Be frowned, looking at the box in Tristan’s hand.

    "Hmm," Tristan hummed as he opened the box to let her see the ring inside.

    "This..." Be’s eyes beamed as she turned her gaze back to Tristan.

    "This is the wedding ring you left me six years ago," Tristan paused momentarily when he saw her gasp. "I’m so sorry if I returned it sote."