The three of them walked down to the first floor.

Once again, Be felt touched as she witnessed Dax’s closeness to Tristan.

Be was amazed at how quickly Tristan had captured Dax’s heart. Usually, Dax’s introverted personality and dislike of socializing made it difficult for others to approach him.

She remembers when they arrived, Dax strongly objected when Tristan wanted to carry him.

’But... why is this little guy so willing now!?’

...

When they arrive at the first floor, she walks fast to match Tristan’s step, "Tristan, Dax is not a child anymore; he is four years old and can walk alone..." Be said while shooting a sharp gaze at Dax, who nced back at her, his eyes reflecting his protest.

Be, "...."

"Baby, I recall you saying you’re not a child anymore?" She reminds him.

Tristan calmly reassured Be, "It’s fine. It’s my first time carrying him. Please don’t stop me."

He was willing to carry his four-year-old son to make up for the lost time he had missed in the past. He deeply regretted not being there to witness his son’s growth.

Dax casually rested his head on Tristan’s shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, feeling content to hear his father’s words. He nced back at his mother, smiling.

Be was starting to get suspicious about what they were talking about. She needs to talk to Tristan about this matter. She is afraid they make a deal.

As soon as they entered the dining room, the aroma of food made Be and Dax smile.

After seeing the rows of dishes carefully arranged on the table, Be gasped in suprised.

"Tristan, are you expecting more guests? Why did you prepare so many dishes?"

She could see that there was enough food to serve twelve people.

"No, this lunch is only for the three of us. But I asked my chef to prepare a special healthy dish for our son," Tristan exined as he pulled out a chair for Dax.

After seating Dax, Tristan assisted Be in settling beside their son before taking his own seat across from them.

Geoffrey stood nearby, ready to serve them their drinks, while another maid entered the room, adding a few more dishes to the table.

Be was speechless.

Did Tristan genuinely believe they could finish all this food? Why he seems wanted to make her fat again with this much food? Gosh!

"Alright, let’s eat..." Tristan said, his gaze fixed on Dax as he asked about the dish he wanted to try.

Be remained silent while Tristan assisted Dax. She also started to feel hungry when her eyesnded on the honey-grill lobster on the table.

Just before they began to eat, another maid entered the room, whispering something to Geoffrey, who stood by in the corner.

Instantly, Geoffrey’s calm expression turned stiff.

Geoffrey hurried over to Tristan, leaning in to whisper something urgently.

Tristan’s smile vanished.

A shift in Tristan’s expression was enough for Be to notice something disturbing had happened.

"Tristan, what’s wrong?" Be asks anxiously.

He didn’t respond immediately; instead, he exchanged a few words with Geoffrey before thetter disappeared from view. Finally, Tristan turned his attention to Be.

In a calm tone, he reassured her, "It’s nothing. Please, you can start eating..." He smiles at her.

Be didn’t buy his words. She could clearly see the annoyance in his eyes.

"I could tell something was bothering you, Tristan. I—" Be’s words trailed off as a burst of familiarughter reached her ears from behind. She recognized the voice instantly.

Not only did Be recognize the voice, but Dax, too. He paused mid-bite, turning his attention towards the source of theughter.

"G-Great Grandpa," Dax said in surprise. "You alsoe..."

When Be’s gaze fell on Lewis Sinir, who suddenly appeared here, she was at a loss for words.

’Hadn’t Tristan insisted that he hadn’t invited anyone?’ Be wondered while turning her gaze at Tristan. She intended to ask Tristan about the situation.

Still, she was speechless when she saw his sharp focus on Lewis Sinir as if he was expressing his anger at him.

Be instantly realized Lewis Sinir hade to this house without being invited. No wonder Tristan looks displeased.

However, another question appears on her mind.

’Why did Lewis suddenly appear here? Did someone tell him that we were visiting Tristan’s house? Did My Grandpa tell him!?’

Looking at Lewis, she was shocked to notice the two men still engaged in a silent staring contest. They seemed tomunicate through their eyes, without uttering any words, as if they were having a tense conversation.

Not wanting any tension between the two men, especially in front of Dax, Be promptly rose from her seat and warmly greeted Lewis Sinir.

"Grandpa, you came at the right time," Be greeted him warmly while guiding him to the chair, "—Come join us for lunch."

When Be wanted to direct Lewis to an empty chair, he refused and sat in her seat instead. She was stunned. Before she could say anything, Lewis called Geoffrey.

"Geoffrey, can you move Be’s te beside Tristan?" Lewis asked casually, but Be felt dumbfounded hearing his instruction.

"Yes, old master," Geoffrey swiftly moved Be’s te and cutlery right next to Tristan.

Be, feeling flustered looking at how swiftly they change her seating next to Tristan.

"...."

She felt like this old man was trying something shameless again, like setting her up with his grandson. Again!?

Somehow, she felt like she wanted to vanish from this ce.

Be wanted to refuse, but when she saw Lewis ignore her and start conversing with Dax, she dismissed the idea and turned her gaze to Tristan. When she saw him smile sweetly at her, she swallowed silently, averting her gaze and walking to her seat.

...

Tristan was annoyed with his grandfather’s sudden arrival earlier, but now he slowly softened when he saw Be sitting beside him.

A satisfied smile appeared on the edge of his lips as they all started eating as a family. He felt blessed.