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"Oh, my silly woman..." Tristan chuckled while he slowly stroked her cheek lovingly. "Of course, I don't mind. If I had known about this earlier, I would have flown with you."

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair. You are so kind. But... I won't allow you to fly with me. Not this time," she paused, amused when she saw his expression turn gloomy as if protesting her words.

Bella hurriedly continued, "You need to stay at home, Mr. Sinclair. Be a good father. We have a son to care for, remember? And I want you to accompany him..."

Tristan gasped. How could he forget entirely about his son?

After scolding himself inwardly, he cleared his throat before saying,

"My darling wife, you are right..." Tristan pinched her perfect, dainty nose, causing Bella to flinch and glare at him. He ignored her glare and continued, "Alright, you can fly there today, but I will fly there tomorrow with our son if you don't return to us..."

Bella was rendered speechless.