My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Another Surprise Struck Her
Bella and Tristan didn’t see Dax in the living room.

Instead, she saw Geoffrey coming inside and informing her that Lewis and William Sinclair were now showing the house to Dax.

Bella chuckled, dismissed Geoffrey, and walked to Tristan, who was already waiting for her by the stairs to go upstairs.

“Let’s see our bedroom, dear,” Tristan said as he held out his hand to hold hers.

Bella followed him calmly, but her heartbeat raced. After so many years, she finally returned to the room that held many beautiful and unhappy memories for her. She tried to forget the sad memories since she knew they would return to this house. Now, in her mind, only good things remained.

“Are you ready to see our bedroom?” Tristan gently touched her shoulder. He smiled when he noticed how nervous she was.

“Yes. I’m ready—” Bella’s words stopped when she was suddenly in Tristan’s arms. He carried her.

“Think of this as our first time entering our bedroom…” Tristan whispered lovingly near her ear, causing her to blush.

She said nothing but put her arms around Tristan’s neck while looking at the room, which now looked different from the bedroom in her memories.

She used this room alone in the past, but now they will share it. All the furniture is new and more modern, with Tristan’s stuff in some places.

There is a massive bed with white sheets in the middle of the room, a modern sofa in the corner near the grand and vast glass wall, and a veranda overlooking the city below. The night view from this place would be amazing because it is on a mountain with an unobstructed city view.

After Tristan put her down, Bella slowly walked to check the walk-in closet. Her heart tightened when she saw her old things were still well-maintained.

What was different was that there was a particular area for Tristan’s clothes. Not much had changed; only the ornaments and paint colors were now dominant with earth-tone colors.

“How is it? Do you like it?” Tristan asked, leaning casually on the door frame and smiling at her.

“Hmm, I like it. Thank you for keeping all of this for me,” she said, her heart touched. Everything Tristan said to her when he chased her to get back together was proven. This man, indeed, started to love her after she left this house. He keeps all her things.

She rushed to approach him and wrapped her hand around him. “I love you, Tristan Sinclair.”

A proud smile appears on his lips before he responds, “I love you more, Arabella Donovan. And you know that!” He wrapped his arms around her.

They hugged each other for a while until Bella remembered something and loosened her embrace, surprising him.

“Is there anything you want to ask?” he asked, slightly worried, looking at her curious expression.

“About the connecting door?” Bella said. She left the walk-in closet and looked at the door that could only be opened one way. The door was still there, and her curiosity kicked in again.

“Tristan, can I see your bedroom?”

Tristan stared at her without speaking, as if he wanted to protest her words.

Bella corrected her sentence, realizing she had asked him wrongly. “I mean, I want to see the room behind that door.”

“Are you curious about what’s in there?” Tristan held her hand and led her to the door. “You can try to open it yourself if you’re curious.”

“How can I open it if this door is locked? Only you know the door’s PIN.”

Tristan chuckled.

“Now, I’m sure you never tried to open it. Because if you tried, you could get in there.”

“What do you mean?” Bella asked as she returned her gaze to the digital lock on the door.

In the past, Bella had wanted to enter a random number several times to see Tristan’s room out of curiosity, but she never dared to do it. She was worried that Tristan would find out she entered his room without permission.

“Try entering any number that comes to your mind,” Tristan said.

“How many numbers?”

“Four—” Tristan replied.

Though confused, Bella followed his instructions. However, her hand hesitated before she pressed the number she had in mind.

‘It must be his birthday, right?’ Bella thought. She smiled at him before pressing 1125—his birthday was November 25.

“Huh!? Why did it fail?” Bella asked, looking confused. “Tristan, didn’t you use your birthday?”

Tristan only responded with a small smile as he touched her shoulder.

“Try another number,” he encouraged her.

Bella’s eyes widened as a number came to her mind. “No way!” She immediately pressed the number 1120.

The sound of the door opening was heard, making Bella gasp in surprise. She never imagined that Tristan would use the connecting door password with her birth date and month.

“Have you been using this number after we married or just now?” Bella asked curiously.

“Mrs. Sinclair, I’m not as good as you are regarding numbers. That number is the easiest for me to remember. And yes, I started using it after we got married.”

She no longer asked anything but threw herself into his arms.

“I feel so stupid. If only I had tried, I wouldn’t need to be curious…” She wanted to laugh at herself.

“Alright, let’s see our new home office,” Tristan said, changing the subject, not wanting her to feel sad.

The room Tristan used as a bedroom is now converted into a shared home office for him and Bella. The home office exudes an elegant, old-school charm, featuring vintage and luxury elements.

The room is dominated by classic wooden furniture, with dark black accents contrasting with warm nuances.

The shelves, large wooden tables, and luxurious armchairs are designed with intricate details, showcasing timeless craftsmanship. Gold-themed decorations, such as ornate picture frames, desk accessories, and light fixtures, give the room a luxurious feel.

A bookshelf in the corner near the cozy set of sofas, with a view of the mountains behind the house.

“What do you think about this room? Do you like it?”

“I do. I also have a space to work,” Bella said, pointing to her desk near the book collection opposite Tristan’s desk. “And, I could accompany you to work. I like it!”

“I’m glad you like it—”

Tristan couldn’t continue his words as he saw Reid’s incoming call.