Her Concern

With a satisfied and proud smile, Tristan looked for Bella. He saw her sitting on the sofa near the glass window on the other side of the room.

Her eyes stared at him sharply, making Tristan confused.

All kinds of questions now appeared in his mind, trying to guess why Bella's mood suddenly slid below freezing point.

Why does she seem so upset?

Is she jealous that I didn't give her a gift, too?

Tristan immediately patted his forehead, realizing his mistake. Supposedly, he also prepared a special gift for her, right!?

Sigh!

He approached Bella and joined her, sitting on the sofa opposite her. He smiled gently at her, but she didn't flinch at all.

"I know why you look at me like that, Bella. Well, for that, I will apologize to you... Forgive me." He said sincerely.

This is the only way to make her less angry. Apologized.