Someone Tries to Trace Her Identity

"Did Dax know about my fever?" Bella glanced at Tristan, worried their son might be concerned if he found out.

"No. I asked Geoffrey not to tell anyone, including Dax and your mother."

"Thank you, Tristan. I don't want my mother and Dax to worry about me. Besides, it's just a common fever."

"I know. But from now on, I won't allow you to overwork. If you do and get sick again, I will call Jack and complain. He will probably agree with me about reducing your work or removing you from your position."

Tristan said casually, but his eyes clearly showed his seriousness. He was trying to tell her that he couldn't accept her refusal in this matter.

"Ooo, I understand, Mr. Sinclair. I promise I will never tire myself again." Bella grinned, clearly aware of his worry.

Bella did not wish to return to work in the first place, but she couldn't back out now because she had already promised Jack that she would help the company grow in this country.