My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 147

Chapter 147: He Saw Her Sleeping Like an Angel
Like an angel sleeping on the sofa, Tristan could see how beautiful she was.

Tristan gazed at her serene face for a moment more, admiring her beauty. As he saw her features, he felt an overwhelming sense of pain. He now feels related to a quote he had read before, “Regret always comes later.”

He truly regrets what happened in the past.

They would still be madly in love if he had fallen in love with her sooner.

Sigh!

‘You are the stupidest man ever graced this world, Tristan Sinclair. How could you ignore this woman in the past?’

Once again, Tristan scolded himself for his stupid mistake that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

After he silently took a deep breath. Tristan leaned closer to carry her.

However, he stopped the moment his hand was about to touch her. He worried about carrying her now, afraid she would wake up and misunderstand why he was holding her in his arms and being so close to her.

Also, Tristan didn’t want her to wake up so soon; he wanted to continue feasting his eyes on her perfect beauty—this woman would never allow him to do it if she was wide awake.

But when he saw her sleeping position, Tristan put aside his greed as he gently carried her in a princess-like embrace to her bedroom.

Feeling the softness of her skin and smelling her flower-like fragrance excited his whole body as if something had awakened inside him.

He tried hard to keep holding himself, not kissing her forehead or lips, which looked very tempting. They were slightly parted as if she had issued a silent invitation for him to kiss her.

Tristan gently placed her on the soft bed while silently swallowing, relieved that Bella slept soundly. He didn’t immediately leave, but he sat on the edge of the bed with his gaze falling on her face.

However, when Tristan sat so close to her, like now, he could feel his pulse start to quicken again.

He tried to distract his mind and look away from her face. He couldn’t help but look at her lips.

Instantly, he felt his throat dry.

He swallowed hard as he lowered his gaze to her long neck and then to her chest.

Instead of feeling better, he felt even more miserable when he saw her black lace bra peeking out from the three unbuttoned buttons of her shirt.

‘Oh, dear Bella… even when you sleep, you torture me like now,’ Tristan shook his head slightly while smiling miserably. But he didn’t take his eyes off her.

See how fair her skin was under her clothes. It was enough to make his blood rush to a particular part of his body.

He immediately stood from the bed, afraid he couldn’t hold himself back from touching or even caressing her.

After he covered her with a soft blanket, Tristan left the room with his throbbing head, heading to his study room.

….

Meanwhile, in the computer room,

When Dax got to the room, he saw Max playing a game on one of the computers. Max seemed so immersed that he didn’t notice Dax standing behind him, watching how he played.

After looking closely, Dax was suprised to see Max play the game he usually plays.

However, after a few minutes, Dax faintly shook his head as he sat in the chair next to Max, making him jump in surprise.

“My Lord, Little Dax! Why did you startle me?” He glanced at him briefly before he took off his headphones and placed it on the table.

“Teacher, I’m afraid I’ll distract you and make you lose your game…” Dax answered without looking at him as he started turning on his computer.

“That’s why I was waiting for you to finish your game,” Dax continued, looking at Max with a meaningful smile.

Before Max could answer, Dax continued, “Teacher… I thought you would impress me with your gaming skills, just like how you impressed me with your coding and programming skills…”

“Huh, what do you mean?” Max frowned, not understanding the meaning of little Dax’s words.

“Sorry to say this, Teacher, but your gaming skills are…average, to my surprise. Your eye and finger coordination was ok, but you don’t have the required skills to play your hero optimally. And I think that is the reason why you lost…” He said politely, which Max felt was too polite for a boy his age.

However, Dax’s overtly polite words made Max feel like someone had just slapped him in the face. But later, he feels deja vu because a particular person always says those lines to him.

‘Damn! How could this little boy say the same words my gaming friend X4D always told me?’ Max sighed in silence and only to himself. He was annoyed that at least two people politely mocked his gaming skills.

“Dax, do you know that not all computer experts can play games well?” Max wanted to tell Dax this but held back, afraid this little man would say something that could hurt his adult pride again, making Dax too similar to his other gaming friend, who always mocked his game skills.

As Max tried to set aside his annoyance by telling Dax that the lesson would start soon, he suddenly felt goosebumps when he realized something.

‘Wait…wait…DAX… X4D… Why are their names similar?’ Max wonders while looking at Dax. ‘Are Dax and X4D the same person? No… Impossible, right!?’

Max immediately dismisses the idea. There is no way a four-year-old boy before him is his gaming buddy X4D. Not possible. Or is it?

The thought that his gaming buddy might be a 4-year-old boy made Max feel suffocated. He tries to put aside his suspicions, but a few seconds later, he decides to check his gaming friend’s location.

After he gave Dax a new task to complete — to make him busy. Max typed something on his keyboard. The monitor went black in just a few seconds, and many green codes and numbers finally appeared.