Tristan didn’t return home last night and neither was he home this morning.
I had packed my bags for the so-called honeymoon but still no sign of him. Despite my numerous calls, no response.
“Where is Tristan?” I asked a random man who suddenly approached me.
“I have no idea.”
“Gosh, I've been trying to call him since yesterday but no response. What’s going on?”
“I really have no idea. I was only told to drive you to the airport. He said you shouldn’t be late.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Please pack my bags.”
“Of course, I will.” He bowed politely.
I left for our room to give him and another man my bags then locked the door after they left, stripped my clothes off then got into a long black rhinestones velvet dress, applied makeup on my face, wore a pair of silver matching heels, re-straightened my hair, grabbed my purse from the nightstand then left the room for the car downstairs.
Mike opened the car door for me with a small smile on his lips. “I’ll miss you.” He sighed.
“Me too.” I gave him a friendly hug before getting into the car and he shut the door.
The driver turned around and got in too, zooming off.
“The airport…”
“Yes.” He replied though it wasn’t a question.
I slouched back in my seat, my mind was still racing through different thoughts, mostly associated with his diary from yesterday. My brain was still trying to process the words, it didn't feel real at all. There was no way Tristan loved me.
He hadn’t answered my calls, increasing the rate at which I was going crazy. How could Tristan love me? When? Or was it a dream I had last night? He was always so cold and not even a hint of him loving me was expressed. I was still as confused as hell, I needed to speak to him immediately.
Everything was all just a big misunderstanding... He loves me, I do too, my fantasies were finally going to come true? This was still so damn hard to believe.
The drive lasted for about two hours before we arrived at the airport.
As I got out of the car, hot bodyguards in tuxedos and sunglasses started surrounding me. At first, I was startled but then I remembered I was Tristan’s wife so such dramatic things ought to be expected.
“This way, Mrs. Hendrix.” A random man appeared out of nowhere and said, leading me to where I prayed Tristan was.
After a while, he finally stopped then left.
“Tristan,” I smiled, heaving a sigh of relief to finally digest the sight of this excessively good-looking man again.
He only glanced at me, still having that crazy frigid exterior on, then continued talking to whoever he was calling on the phone. “Okay.” He hummed.
“Sir, the large cabin jet is ready.” A familiar man said with a polite bow, looking quite nervous.
He placed the phone away, casting a dangerous glare at the man. “Stupid.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” He apologized.
“Let’s go.” He held the small of my back, returning the phone to his ear.
“Tristan, we need to talk.” I said as he started walking.
“Okay.” I couldn’t tell whether he replied to me or who he was calling but I was starting to feel kind of sweaty, feeling more nervous now that he was with me and I knew the truth. “It’ll be fine.” Okay, it wasn’t me he was talking to.
We got into the jet, sitting at opposite sides of each other.
“Tristan, we have to talk.”
He glared at me but didn’t say anything. How could anyone be this mean to someone they loved? This made no sense.
He dropped the phone angrily.
“Tristan,” I called again. This time, his glare was scarier.
“Don’t you understand that I'm not in the mood to talk to you? I’m very furious right now and you’re pestering me.” He yelled.
He was clearly not in the mood to talk and settle things so I was going to wait till we arrived in Spain, I guess.
I shifted my attention to the jet, only paying attention to the fact that I was in a jet for the first time, in something that probably cost millions of dollars.
“Stupid men everywhere.” He then continued muttering angry words to himself with clenched fists.
This man had to deal with his anger problems first before I spoke to him.
***
Tristan was the first to walk out of the jet, not even bothering to wait for me. Without wasting any time, I grabbed my clutch then rushed to meet him.
“Take her to the hotel.” He said to a man.
What was seriously wrong with this dude? He hadn’t calmed down at all and still didn’t let me talk to him, his grumpiness was pissing me off so much but the fact that he loved me made me feel calmer and more than eager to talk to him.
It was definitely going to be best to let him know at the hotel.
I followed the man to a limousine then he opened the car door for me.
“Where am I going?” I asked him.
“Seville, the driver will drive you to your hotel.” He said, maintaining a bold face.
I got into the limo while he shut the door.
Sinking deep in the chair, I rested my head against the car window, letting the darkness from sleep overtake my vision.
***
“We are here, Ma’am.” I was woken by someone gently tapping my shoulder.
Squeezing my face, I slowly opened my eyes, greeted by the blinding lights around the walls of the hotel building.
I yawned, grabbed my purse and got out of the car.
Different hefty men served as my bodyguard again as one of them directed me into the hotel and to our hotel room.
“Here’s the card. Bienvenido a España (Welcome to Spain).” He handed a card over to me.
“Thank you.” I gave him a small smile which he politely returned, walking out of my sight.
Worming the card into the right hole, I opened the door and flicked the switch on, immediately greeted by the amazing red and white interiors of the room, clearly a presidential suite; There was a king-sized bed with a red duvet on it as well as red pillows, five red sofas in front of the bed with a silver center table, nightstands by each side of the bed, a standard wardrobe, and other white furniture, a large television, beautiful red paintings on the white walls, silver chandeliers, a balcony— it was like the combination of a living room and a bedroom. In all, it was more than beautiful and very spacious.
“Gosh, I love this place.” I shut the door.
My mind instantly returned to Tristan. This was stupid and annoying, I couldn’t be aware of the fact that he loved me and remain quiet about it. Was he doing this intentionally?
I had a seat on one of the sofas, trying to call his phone but to no avail.
After about an hour of waiting while constantly dozing off, there was a large thud against the door that roused me from my slumber.
Tristan slowly walked in, still not smiling but this time he wasn’t frowning so dangerously.
“You’re still awake?” He walked towards me, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.
Seeing him made my breath quicken once again, a weird emotion started building up… like fear of letting him know I knew the truth… it suddenly felt like my lips had been glued together, I didn’t know where to begin.
“Are you okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned. “You said we need to talk? Did you seriously still stay awake this late just to talk? Can't it be tomorrow?”
Without thinking twice, I rose to my feet and pulled him into a really tight hug.
A/N: I’m more than sorry for not updating in such a long time. Due to issues with power supply and kinda mental confusion, I wasn’t able to update it but it won’t happen again. Please let me know your thoughts on this book in the comment section, your comments mean a lot to me and this book. Thanks to everyone who has commented, I love you so much!♥️My chest was burning with excitement from simply hugging him, it felt like I had an entire world of joy in my arms, like I had achieved a world goal.“What are you doing?” The vibration of his deep and husky voice against my chest caused me to flinch.He gently pushed me from him, looking confused. “What was that?”“You don’t know what a hug means?”“What was that for?”"Tristan.... I'm really confused, I don’t know where to begin.”“Why did you just hug me?” He frowned again, walking towards the bed and
“Good morning.” I greeted Tristan who was typing away on his laptop.Of course he didn’t respond to me so I walked away, grabbed a nice and comfy dress to wear.“Wear something else.” Tristan’s deep voice said from behind me. I turned to him but he was still staring at his laptop’s screen.“Why?”“We’ll have to attend a party, it’s business-related. So we're going to buy new clothes today, for you to wear to the party. Be ready in twenty minutes.”“I’m sorry about reading your diary last night but I think we have to resolve this misunderstanding.&rdqu
~ HAZEL ~“Hi, Charlotte.” I grinned.“Hey, how’s everything now? Have you resolved your misunderstandings yet? Should I get ready to be an Aunt?”“An Aunt?” I burst into laughter.“Yes, you and Tristan’s babies.” I heard her laugh too from the other end of the line.“Tristan still insists on not loving me. He won’t let us resolve our differences. We are in an extremely beautiful beach house now and we’ll be here for 2 days.”“That’s great, Tristan loves swimming. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It’ll take a while for him to accept his feelings for you again but it’ll be fine, just don’t give up on him. I’m so glad you have feelings for him too.”
~ TRISTAN ~“Has she arrived at the hotel yet?”“Yes, sir.” Rob said with a polite bow of his head, taking his leave.I heaved a sigh of relief that she had agreed to return. It was so stupid of me to have angrily left her and returned then ask someone to bring her here.Sleep had felt so difficult last night because my mind kept racing through the words I had said to her. Of course I didn’t mean any of them and didn’t intend to say them but I had to. I was starting to get too close to her and I didn’t want that at all.I got out of the car, walked into the hotel and used an elevator to convey me to our hotel room floor.I was starting to think I was being excessively mean to her and though I didn’t want it to, it was hurti
~ HAZEL ~I had come to the realization that I couldn’t force Tristan to love me. If he claimed he felt nothing for me and could say such mean words to me like I had no emotions, like I was a useless piece of trash, then it was going to be so stupid to force myself into this.If he wasn’t going to apologize or still insisted that he wasn’t interested in loving me then I was definitely not going to bother him anymore, I wasn’t going to be desperate for his so-called “love”.He had to know what it felt like to be ignored, to be insulted. If after everything, he still wasn’t going to apologize or change then I was going to give up, I was going to ignore Charlotte and Kye’s advice to bear with him.
~ TRISTAN ~Thanks to excessive work I had bombarded myself with to stop myself from going crazy— craziness from Hazel, else I would’ve been dead from frustration.It had been a whole damn week but she was still so cold and annoying towards me, always ignoring me, not responding to me or anything. So frustrating!!!She walked into the hotel, coming from nowhere I knew of. She was always going out without my consent. I didn’t bother to stalk her for her privacy but she was taking things too far and it had to stop. It was almost midnight and she was just arriving.Constantly raising my head from my laptop to stare at her, I noticed she was arranging her clothes into the travel bag.“Where have you been?” I gathered enough courage to ask her. I had never been hesitant to talk to anyone in my life
“I’ve never felt this relieved and great to apologize to someone.” Tristan said, shutting the door to the hotel room and switched the lights on.“I’m glad you shared your pain with me. You’ve been holding onto it for way too long. She’s probably happy with someone else, and has a good baby while you still hold on to the past.” I turned to him.He stared at me poker-faced for a few seconds then chuckled, walking to the bed.“Where were you? I was worried.”“Just roaming around, going to different clubs— a lot of men flirted with me, some of them were really hot.” I smiled.A frown formed on his face but he didn’t say anything, only taking out our pajamas from the wardrobe, throwing mine to me.“You should have a bath, I’ll order d
“I hope you aren’t forgetting anything.” Tristan asked.“No. I don’t think so…” I scanned the entire hotel room but it didn’t seem like anything here belonged to me anymore.“Are you sure?”“I think so. And you aren’t forgetting anything too?”“I’m Tristan, I don’t forget things at a hotel room— well, except one day I forgot a woman I was supposed to hook up with at a hotel room.”“Are you serious?” I laughed out loud.“Yes, and it’s all your fault. Let’s go.” He intertwined our fingers, leading me out of the hotel room.“How is it my fault?” I wondered.“It was during my 3-month trip to New Zealand.”&n