My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Father And Son Talk (4)
After he took the plate, Dax returned to sit beside Tristan and started munching his chocolate cake, ignoring Geoffrey’s worried gaze.

Geoffrey, still stunned hearing Dax’s words, smiled worriedly as he looked at Tristan. When he saw Tristan nod, confirming it was okay, Dax addressed him like that. He smiled and excused himself.

However, before leaving, Tristan asked him, “Have you delivered the cake to Young Madam?” He remembered it was Bella who had asked for it.

“Yes, sir. I served the cake to Young Madam before coming here. Young Madam was on the phone, so I just put the cake in Young Madam’s room and didn’t talk to her,” Geoffrey explained.

“I see,” Tristan said, curious about who she spoke with. Sean? He shook his head slightly, trying to dispel his jealousy. “How about our lunch, Geoffrey?” he asked again.

“Will be ready in thirty minutes, sir.”

“Marvelous,” Tristan said, gently waving his hand to let Geoffrey know he may excuse himself from the room.

Tristan held his chin with one hand while watching his son eat his cake. He didn’t ask Dax anything and just let him finish his cake.

Seeing how adorable he ate, mouthing his cake with his tiny mouth was amusing. Tristan could spot a few stains of chocolate near his lips.

Dax devoured the four delicious slices of chocolate cake in just a few minutes; just before he wanted to take the last slice, he realized his father was staring at him. He turned to see him.

“Dad, do you want to eat too?” Dax asked, looking at the last piece of cake on the coffee table as if he wanted to offer it to his father, but the look in his eyes betrayed him.

Tristan tried to suppress his laugh, looking at his expression; he smiled at him before saying, “No, you go on eat.”

“Thank you.” Dax took the last cake and continued to eat again.

“Do you want some more?”

Dax shook his head, “No. Mommy will scold me if I eat too much cake before lunch…or right after.”

Tristan couldn’t help but laugh inwardly, seeing that his son had just finished five slices of chocolate cake.

And now, he was worried that if Bella found out, she would definitely complain to him to let their son eat too much.

Tristan put aside his worries and took out his handkerchief to clean a few traces of chocolate on Dax’s mouth.

They continued to talk about various things. Tristan asked Dax about his hobbies and was surprised to learn that he liked computers, gaming, and eating.

When it came to music, Dax mentioned he merely learned to pass the time. He confessed he didn’t like sports or any physical activity.

This amused Tristan because it mirrored his own interests, except for the eating part. It seemed his son inherited his mother’s genes. Tristan recalled how Bella enjoyed eating many kinds of food — this is all he remembers about her besides her birthday.

…

Not long after, Tristan began to feel worried about keeping Bella waiting for them for so long. A few minutes later, he suggested they check on Bella, fearing she might be bored from being left alone for too long.

“Yes, Dad. Let’s go…” Dax agreed, slipping from his seat and immediately heading to Bella’s room.

They were both surprised to find Bella sleeping when they opened the door.

“Huh, Mommy was asleep?” Dax frowned slightly.

“Looks like she’s tired,” Tristan said with concern. “Did she not sleep well last night?”

Dax didn’t answer immediately, but he stepped towards the bed. Tristan followed behind and was stunned to see Bella sleeping peacefully, looking beautiful and innocent.

Tristan couldn’t tear his gaze away from Bella. It was the first time he had seen her sleep so peacefully at this hour.

In the past, he could only catch glimpses of her in their dimly lit or dark bedroom, as he only came into her bedroom after midnight and left early in the morning.

‘You’re such a fool, Tristan Sinclair! How could you not notice how beautiful she is? Just because you hated the idea of arranged marriage doesn’t mean you should’ve ignored her!’

Tristan desperately wished he could travel back in time and give his past self a firm smack on the head to jolt him awake from his foolishness.

How stupid!

…

Dax called Tristan a few times, but he didn’t respond. His father seems in a trance, gazing at his mother; he smiles before taking his father’s hand.

When their eyes met, Dax said, “Dad, it looks like Mommy had too much food… That’s why she fell asleep,” He gestured toward the empty plate on the coffee table.

Dax was sure Geoffrey would’ve given his mother the same slice of cake.

Tristan turned to glance at the table, unable to suppress a smile when he saw the empty plate.

“Shall we go outside? I’m afraid she’ll wake up if we stay here,” Tristan suggested, and Dax responded with a nod.

As they approached the door, Bella’s voice called out to them.

“—You guys finished?” Her voice sounded hoarse.

Tristan and Dax turned to see Bella sitting on the edge of the bed, surprising them both.

“Mommy,” Dax approached her with a concerned expression. “You can sleep more if you’re still tired…”

Bella tied her messy hair before smiling at Dax, her hand gently resting on his chubby cheek.

Before she could answer Dax, she stole a quick glance at Tristan. Their eyes met briefly before she redirected her attention to Dax.

“I’ve slept quite a while. Have you finished chatting with Dad?” Bella whispered. She can’t hold her curiosity about their conversation. Despite seeing them leave the room hand in hand when she woke up, she still wanted to hear from Dax.

“Hmm, we had a nice chat. Don’t worry, Mommy…” Dax reassured her, sensing her concern. “We came here because we were worried you might be bored waiting for us.”

“You did well, my son…” Bella said proudly to Dax.

While they were chatting, Geoffrey appeared at the door, informing them that lunch was ready.