At Mogul Mega Mall, in the basement parking lot,

Dn sat behind the wheel of a luxury ck Mercedes van, looking bored. At the same time, Max, who sat beside him, busy typing on hisptop, seemed oblivious to Dn’s boredom.

An hour had passed, and Tristan had not given any instructions. Increasingly agitated, Dn wonders if Tristan has forgotten about them for a cozy dinner with his ex-wife.

ncing over at Max, Dn breaks the silence. "Man, you finished clear boss picture!?"

"I did," Max replied absentmindedly, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, his attention divided between Dn and a heated exchange with his online gaming buddy.

[X4D] Wanna y?

[Bitter_Coffee] Nah, man. On duty.

[X4D] Seriously? It’s Friday night! No one works on Friday nights!

[X4D] Just one game,e on.

[X4D] I’m dying of boredom waiting here.

[Bitter_Coffee] Who are you waiting for? Your gaming buddy?

[X4D] Nah, a stunning girl (peace emoji)

[Bitter_Coffee] Damn! You got a date, bro?

[Bitter_Coffee] Seriously? Seriously?

[X4D] Are you ying or not?

Max sighed. His mood plummeted as he read X4D’s response. Even his gaming buddy has found love, leaving him as the single dog in a romantic rtionship.

X4D had a girl. His boss was probably going to return to his ex-wife. Max’s mind turned to Dn.

’Does Dn have a girl?’ he wondered, unable to contain his curiosity anymore. He asked, "Dn, do you have a girlfriend?"

Dn blinked in surprise at Max’s sudden question. "Why the sudden interest, Max? Are you trying to set me up or something like that?"

Max shook his head and nced at hisputer screen once more. Observing his gaming buddy, now logged out, he also decided to close hisptop.

"Man, I’m in a good mood now. Looks like you and I are still solo," Max chuckled, noting Dn’s sour expression.

"Speaking of our single life... it seems our boss will return to his ex-wife. Our days of misery might finally be over," Dn said.

"Yeah, that’s a good sign, right!? It means we’ll have more time alone without work..."

"Oops! Speak about it. The boss just texted..." Dn immediately checked his cell phone.

"Huh!? He wants us to head over to his new ce and wait," he said, ncing at Max.

"You mean his ce in Little Heaven?"

"Yeah."

"Well, well! It looks like he’s making moves now..." Maxughed, remembering how his boss quickly instructed Dn to clean the house because he was also nning to move there.

****

While in the VVIP room of the Steak House restaurant.

The arrival of the waiter serving their dinner broke the awkward silence between Be and Tristan after Lewis Sinir hung up the phone.

But not long after, Be was stunned when she saw Tristan quickly cut the meat on his te and rece it with the te in front of her.

Never before had Be witnessed such a gesture from Tristan during their marriage.

’Geez... This man is really trying hard to impress me,’ Be thought, holding back herugh. She simply murmured, "Thank you." And start eating her steak.

Not long after, Tristan saw Be’s te was almost empty, "Can we talk now?" he asked.

Be wiped her lips with a napkin before she nodded slowly in response.

When Tristan saw Be finally rxed, not nervous like before, he asked, "What’s our son’s name?"

"Daxton Donovan," a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips when she remembered her sweet son, Dax. She really wanted to go home now.

"Why didn’t you use my name?" Tristan’s voice sounded calm, but Be could see the disappointment through his gaze.

"Did you forget that we are divorced?" Be took a deep breath before continuing. "How can I use yourst name? We’re not married anymore, Tristan."

Tristan’s hands clenched into tight fists, remembering what had happened five years ago. The pain he inflicted on her lingered heavily in his mind.

"I’m sorry for what I did in the past, Be..." Tristan paused, noticing her lowering her head to avoid his gaze. "I know my parents weren’t kind to you, and I chose to ignore it, allowing them to hurt you..."

Be took a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in her chest before responding, "It’s okay, I forgive you. That’s all in the past. I’d rather not dwell on those memories..."

"Thank you, Be," Her forgiveness eased his heart slightly. Yet, a troubling thought nagged at him.

Tristan couldn’t suppress his curiosity any longer. He asked, "Ber, something’s been bothering me... If you were pregnant, why agree to the divorce? Surely you knew why we divorced, right?"

Be was taken aback by his question. Slowly, she lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time. When I found out, I considered telling you. However, when rumors of you with another woman surfaced, I decided to step back. I also feared facing your parents and decided to leave..." She recounted everything to him.

Tristan listened quietly, each word piercing his heart like a knife. He felt a deep sadness imagining her struggles, regretting not being there to support her.

After a prolonged silence, lost in their thoughts, Tristan looked at Be again.

"Be, I want you and our son to return to me. I understand it may seem unreasonable, but for Dax’s sake, please consider it..." His tone was gentle yet carried an undeniable urgency that unsettled her.

Her expression shifted from calm to shock, then realization, followed by worry.

Before she could respond, Tristan interjected, "Please, don’t answer now, Be. Take your time to think. But remember, it’s for our son’s sake... Daxton needs a father figure to grow up."

Be averted her gaze, silently releasing her frustration within her heart. This was precisely what she feared—Tristan using their son to influence her decision.

Despite feeling worried, she refused to let the situation cloud her judgment. She knew she needed to answer him now.