My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Help Her Clumsily
A faint smile framed her face as she mumbled, “How shameless!”

“My darling wife, I know you heard me. Come on, open the door for me. I promise I won’t do anything… Trust me, okay?” he coaxed, making Bella want to laugh.

‘Oh my, Tristan Sinclair! Would you be able to stop yourself if you saw me without anything covering my body!?’

Bella took another deep breath before answering.

“Tristan, NO. I believe you, but not your little brother down there.” She said almost in a hushed voice, but Tristan heard her clearly.

“Hahaha, don’t worry. I’ve learned to control it; you know how patient I am, right? Please open the door, darling…”

Bella laughed inwardly. It was hard for her to believe he could restrain himself after waiting so many years.

She still remembered Tristan telling her that he had never slept with anyone but her. He didn’t have time to glance at other women even after she left. He buried himself in his work and even slept in the condo on the top floor of his office.

‘How could Tristan resist if he saw me now?’

Seeing her smooth body reflection in the mirror, without any linen, made Bella smile. She felt proud of herself now. She is a mother with a son, but her body still looks like she was in her early twenties.

She managed to keep her body lean and fit after giving birth to Dax. Her body is even fitter, and she has more toned arms and abs muscles than before she was pregnant.

Her breasts look firmer now than the last time Tristan saw her completely naked, a couple of nights before he sent the divorce lawyer. The night she and Tristan made love for the last time and conceived Dax. As a matter of fact, the last time she ever made love.

‘Well, let’s say… I can trust him if he can restrain himself. But what about me? Can I restrain myself? It’s been so long…’

Bella faintly shook her head. She couldn’t trust herself, especially if she saw what was under his stomach. If she had seen it now, she would probably have had a nosebleed and abandoned their plan—a romantic honeymoon.

Gosh!

After all these years, she still felt like the entire zoo was now rumbling in her stomach when she imagined them doing it in the past.

At that time, Tristan may have done it because it was his duty, but for her, it was because she loved him so much, and every romantic moment remained in her heart.

Even when she left him and tried to bury all the sweet memories with him in the deepest part of her heart, she never succeeded in erasing them; those sweet memories will never fade. They are still there.

“Wife, don’t make me worry now… I will break open the door if you don’t say anything, dear.” Tristan’s voice sounds worried.

Bella, “…”

“Mr. Sinclair, my answer is still NO. Go to the bathroom outside. You have a lot of empty bathrooms out there,” Bella said, then opened the water tap. She needed to take a cold shower to cool her body heat.

She ignored Tristan, who still tried to convince her to open the door.

After a few seconds, she no longer heard anything; it relieved her.

….

Before long,

Bella finally finished showering to cool down her body heat.

When she came out of the bathroom, she only wore a bathrobe and wrapped a towel around her head. She didn’t see Tristan in the room.

Soon, Bella entered the walk-in closet and chose to wear her short silk pajama set.

She then sat at the dressing table, wanting to dry her hair with a hairdryer.

However, before she turned on the hair dryer, she saw Tristan’s reflection in the mirror, walking towards her. He looked handsome, with his hair still slightly wet. He was wearing his usual white T-shirt and black silk pajama pants.

“Let me help you…”

Tristan took the hairdryer from Bella’s hand and helped dry her hair clumsily.

“I’m sorry if I’m still stiff using this hairdryer,” said Tristan, looking at Bella’s reflection in the mirror.

She could only smile to respond to him.

“Please let me know if the temperature is too hot and makes you uncomfortable…” Tristan said, continuing to run his fingers through her soft, wet, long hair and aiming the hair dryer at it with his other hand.

“You did well, Tristan…”

“Hubby!”

She chuckled, looking at Tristan’s narrowed eyes on her.

“Dear, you better get used to calling me that, especially when Dax is around. He will protest if you keep calling me by my name.”

“Why do you insist… I call you that?”

Tristan didn’t answer her.

Bella couldn’t help but laugh at his joyful expression.

Looking at Tristan, who remained silent, Bella no longer asked anything. She tried to enjoy Tristan drying her hair. Every time his fingers gently brushed her hair, she felt warm inside.

She hid her happy smile while slightly lowering her head, looking at her hand on her lap. However, not long after, his question stunned her.

“What are you going to do about Laura Kiels’ buzzer?”

Bella slowly looked at him in the mirror. His eyes stared back at her, and his hands were still skillfully drying her hair.

“I have enough evidence to sue them all. My legal team has already reported them all to the police. I will teach them to use their fingers properly—think before typing. I will not show them mercy, especially to all paid buzzers.” She answered calmly.

Tristan smiled proudly, hearing her explanation.

“I agree with you. These useless people need to be punished so they won’t do similar things again in the future…” Tristan said, focusing again on her hair.

“Yeah, you are right, they all need—” Suddenly, Bella’s words trailed off when something crossed her mind. She narrowed her eyes, staring at Tristan, who was now busy looking at her hair.