At the end of the beach, the two people were sitting in the car. Neither of them spoke first as if whoever spoke first would lose.
A ringing sound broke the peaceful atmosphere between them.
Tristan took out his phone and saw the caller ID was Stella. He clicked the answer button.
“Brother Tristan, are you home?”
Stella didn’t know what had happened but suddenly felt a little uneasy. Then she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Tristan’s number. She wanted to know if he was safe at home.
“Yes, I am downstairs. Have a good rest. You have to take Little Rian out to play tomorrow.”
When Tristan heard Stella’s voice, the coldness on his face disappeared and was replaced by a smile.
The carriage was very quiet that even the slightest sound could be heard.
The man sitting next to him also heard the conversation on the other end of the phone…