All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Elena’s POVIt has been a while since I’ve seen Tristan.In fact, our last meeting was exactly the day he was freed.After I treated his cuts, he and his parents went home, and he hasn’t reached out since.I can’t blame him for not reaching out. I mean, I also didn’t try to talk to him after everything. I figured that it would be good to just let all of it rest.But I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think of him.“Is Daddy not going to come?” Sophie asked the other day. “I told him to drop by because I want to bake him something.”I frowned at her. “Sophie, you don’t know how to bake. Wouldn’t it be weird to invite him under false pretenses?”“Well, someone here can teach us,” Liam said innocently.“I thought you hated Tristan,” I told him. “Now you’re both calling him…”I couldn’t even complete the sentence.It was strange. They called him Daddy now. They referred to him as that every single time he got brought up, and it was a lot. They brought him up a whole lot.There was a

Elena’s POV“Maybe it was an emergency,” Tristan suggests respectfully. “I’ll take you home too, okay?”“Yeah,” I think that would be for the best,” I say, wrapping my arms over myself as we exit the manor.It’s very cold now, but not cold enough to snow just yet.I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly in the mood to talk. Maybe it’s the fact that I had nothing but finger foods and champagne. But either way, I find myself rambling.“This is just like the night I gave birth to the twins,” I recall. “It was insane.”“Tell me about it,” he says, watching me with utmost attentiveness. “I know I didn’t have the capacity to be there or even deserve It, but I wanna know.”“Well, the kids are born around this time, October,” I say, giving him a soft smile. “And hey, you don’t have to mention it. We both know what happened and I think we’re well past it now.”Tristan nods, silent. Still watching me.I didn’t remember the lawn of the manor being quite this huge, but it feels like it’s taking foreve

Third Person POVThat night, Elena finds it hard to sleep.She tosses and turns in her bed, trying to avoid the most rational answer as to why she found it hard to sleep.She didn’t want to think that he could still… affect her that much.Yeah, the reason was Tristan. None other. It was strange to have him in the house, under the same roof, knowing that tomorrow she’s going to cook for him and their family. Knowing that they would have to take the kids out to the theaters to fulfill their promise.Is it really okay with him?Or is he just playing along?However, it’s not the possible answer that bothered her. It’s the fact that she knows that if they do this one time, the kids would ask for more and more.And Elena already knows that those twins have this all mapped out.The question is, does Tristan know that he’s being played?Unable to keep wrestling with her own thoughts any longer, she heads out of her room and walks down the hallway, heading to the guest wing.Only when she sees

Third Person POVTristan feels like he’s consuming these thoughts, even as breakfast ends and the day wears on.Or maybe the thoughts are consuming him instead.He doesn’t know. He feels like he’s burning.Every time he gets close to Elena, all he wants to do is take her in his arms and hold her. Whenever she glances at him, all he wants to do is stay in her line of vision for as long as he can, just to feel that warmth in her eyes. When she touched his shoulder when she asked if he was willing to drive, he very damn well near exploded.“Yeah, I’ll drive,” he said, stumbling on his words. “Of course I’ll drive.”“Thank you,” she said, her hand still on his shoulder. “I did do a lot in the kitchen and my hands are kinda tired. Are you sure it’s alright, though? The nearest mall is a long way away. Maybe half an hour without traffic.”“I’m sure,” he promised her, opening the door for her.Now they’re on their way.Sophie and Liam are in the backseat, silently communicating with each oth

Tristan’s POVWhen I met Alexander for the first time, one of the things I promised myself was to never let him get under my skin. Ever. Not under any circumstances.But the way he talked about me in front of Elena, the truth in his words… they pierced me like arrows to the chest.“Are you okay?” Elena asks as we get to the diner.We’ve already ordered. Somehow I managed to do that. The kids are off to the little playground in the corner, and we’re watching them closely, sitting on opposite sides of the booth.Hesitating, I turn to her. “Yeah. Of course. Why would I not be okay?”“Well, you know what happened earlier.” She sighs. “Listen. Don’t let him get into your head. Everything that happened is now in the past, and you being present just means that you’re making up for all of it. The kids appreciate you so damn much and I hope you know that.”“I do,” I say, watching the twins waving at me before going down to the slide. “Sometimes I just wish there was a way to erase the past and