My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Can We Talk? Alone!
And just before they arrived at the living room, Geoffrey appeared and walked beside her. She was somewhat surprised but quickly hid her teary eyes.

“Young madam, thank you for giving birth to Young Master Dax. Thank you very much,” Geoffrey said in a hushed but grateful tone.

Geoffrey knew what had happened in the past, how the Sinclair family had abused Bella. Knowing she was still giving birth to Sinclair’s successor touched him deeply. She was strong, managing her pregnancy, giving birth, and raising her child alone.

Bella remained silent, struggling to hold back her tears of joy as she watched her son meet Tristan. But seeing Geoffrey’s tearful expression only served to sadden her further.

She smiled gently at him before turning her gaze away, once again fighting back her tears. Thinking she had succeeded in hiding her emotions, she was surprised to hear Tristan’s voice close to her ear.

“Bella, why are you crying?” he asked, his face filled with concern as he tilted his head to look at her.

Dax’s worries were similar to Tristan’s. Immediately, he approached Bella and held her hand.

“Mommy? Are you alright? Did this uncle make you cry!?” Dax’s concerned voice sounds icy, like his cold gaze at Geoffrey.

‘Huh!? Why he thought like that?’ Bella was surprised. She opened her mouth to explain. However, Tristan chimed in.

Seeing Bella wipe away her tears, Tristan shot a glare at Geoffrey. He asked, “Why are you making her cry, Geoffrey!?”

Geoffrey gasped in shock and shook his head to deny Tristan’s accusation.

‘Heaven! How can Master Tristan and Young Master Dax not see that I am also crying now?’ He felt helpless.

“M-Master, Y-Young Master… Of course not. Why would I dare to do that!?” Geoffrey explained in a hurry.

When Geoffrey noticed Tristan and Dax didn’t believe him, he continued, “I’m serious, master, please believe me… Y-Young Madam, please… Please explain…” He turned to Bella, seeking her assistance.

With three pairs of eyes now on her, Bella smiled at them. “Tristan, you misunderstand. We were merely exchanging caring words to each other,” she said, pulling Dax into a hug before fixing her gaze on Geoffrey again.

“Could you perhaps fetch us something sweet to eat? My low blood sugar is acting up again…” Bella tries to divert the awkward situation.

“Ma’am, do you suffer from anemia?” Geoffrey asked in a panic.

Bella could only respond with a slight nod, feeling guilty for lying to him.

‘Gosh!’

Geoffrey nodded hurriedly before excusing himself to find a cake and chocolates from the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Bella smiled at him, though her smile seemed forced.

…

The three of them now sat in the living room. Bella sat side by side with Dax while Tristan sat across from them. His eyes never left Dax.

Tristan wanted to talk to him about many things, but Dax ignored him and only looked at Bella.

“Mom,” Dax leaned his head closer to her, “—is it true that you have low blood? Why do I feel worried about you?”

Bella felt stunned when she noticed the worry in his eyes. She silently scolded herself for lying when Dax was around.

She smiled at him, gently sandwiching his chubby cheeks with both hands before answering him in a whisper, “No. I’m fine. I just ordered it because you like cake, right!?”

Dax’s eyes lit up when he heard about food. He nodded hurriedly, “Thank you, Mommy,” he smiled.

“It’s okay, baby. I also feel like eating something,” Bella said, then looked at Tristan. “Tristan, are you just going to stare at him? You guys can start to speak…”

Bella struggles to contain her laughter as she sees Tristan, who appears awestruck by his son. He stares at Dax without saying a word as if looking at his idol.

Tristan snaps out of his own thoughts. He has never felt this nervous, not even when meeting top entrepreneurs worldwide or the president of his country.

Yet, encountering the cute and intelligent Daxton, Tristan feels as though his mind has betrayed him as if an invisible void has just sucked his thoughts away. Despite this, he finds this foreign feeling rather amusing.

When Tristan notices Bella smiling at him, he feels even more flustered. His heart began to beat faster and more loudly as if war drums were beating inside.

With these two precious people in his life now sitting in his home, he feels he has already achieved everything.

He returns her smile before fixing his gaze on Dax. “Hi, Dax—”

“Can we talk alone?” Dax interrupts before Tristan can finish his sentence.

“Sure,” Tristan replies, feeling excited. However, Dax’s request causes Bella to furrow her brow slightly. She tilts her head to look at Dax.

“Baby, can’t you talk here? Why do you want to speak alone?” She narrowed her eyes, looking into his eyes, trying to know what he was thinking. “Don’t say… you trying to make a deal with your father?”

Bella knew her son better, smart enough to go after what he wanted. She fears he might request something she hasn’t permitted, like a gaming room, one of the birthday gifts he wanted for his fourth birthday last November.

However, at that time, she only gave him a laptop.

Now, she worries Dax might ask Tristan for that very thing. Or perhaps he plans to negotiate something else?

“Mommy, sorry…” Dax’s expression is serious as he looks at Bella. There’s no trace of him being a typical four-year-old boy. “This is a conversation for men. I’m sorry, Mommy… you’ll just have to wait here for a moment.”

Bella remains silent, wanting to express her thoughts but holding back when she sees his seriousness. She only smiles at him while tousling his hair.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t keep me waiting too long, baby…”

Tristan inwardly chuckles at the interaction between Bella and Dax. It’s no wonder Bella says their son is different. Indeed, this young man is unique, resembling him, but in miniature form. Somehow, he feels proud of that.