Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 31:.

Adrian was wearing his fluffy crocodile pajamas because he had just brushed against Stella’s arm, causing his hat to almost fall off his head. As he walked, his long crocodile tail swayed behind him, giving him an irresistibly cute look.

Adrian was about to move a stool to see who was outside when he heard a deep male voice. “Adrian, it’s me, Uncle Tristan.”

“It’s Uncle Cold Face,” Adrian thought.

Waiting outside, Tristan heard the boy’s footsteps and knew it was Adrian coming to open the door. He also heard him move the stool. Not wanting to disturb the boy to move things, he spoke first.

What he didn’t expect, however, was to be greeted with the nickname “Uncle Cold Face.” Tristan was almost offended by the name.

It was the first time he had ever heard anyone call him “Uncle Cold Face.” He guessed it was because the night before he had left with a cold expression and without saying anything, which might have frightened the boy.

He knew in his heart that Adrian was Stella’s son. But still, he was unwilling to accept the fact that Stella and RK had a child together.

Every time he thought of Stella, he felt an inexplicable urge to get close to that child, unable to help but get close to him.

So when he spoke again, his voice became softer. “Adrian, I know it’s my fault for scaring you last night. I’m sorry… Please let me…”

“Hmph.” Adrian let out a small, cold snort from inside. Peeking through the crack in the door, Adrian said, “Darling said she doesn’t want to see you. She also said not to let you in.”

Tristan felt a little embarrassed, but he didn’t let any emotion show on his face. “Then may I come in? I want to apologize to you. I know I scared you last night. Look, I even brought breakfast for you and Darling. Surely you two haven’t eaten yet, have you?”.

Adrian listened to her words and paused.

His words sounded tempting. Seeing him like this, who would believe that he was also the same man who had left the day before without saying goodbye?

Adrian snorted, pulled the stool closer to the door and peeked through the keyhole.

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Sure enough, Tristan was outside, holding two brown bags in his hand. Realizing Adrian was watching, Tristan held up the bags as if showing off what he had brought.

He pouted and asked, “What did you buy for breakfast? I won’t let you

the bags, one

he was surprised

More importantly, he also bought the food he liked

was still a door between them, but Adrian could almost smell the food through the door. In fact, as a doctor, Tristan paid a lot of attention to a balanced diet. How could he

had never eaten anything like

when Stella lived with the Richard family, they never gave him pocket money. Whenever

for having such

things like that. After that, she wouldn’t even

a hamburger. He had done this for himself. Darling usually made

the way. He just stuck

never let Adrian eat that stuff. Only when she bought for herself and went to wash her hands, he would secretly take something to taste

and leave. Then

He was very smart and didn’t want to lose out

the bags on the table near the door

five minutes, when Adrian thought Tristan was really gone, he quickly opened the door and ran to get the food, not even bothering

thud.” Adrian suddenly

back, he felt that there was someone behind

was a tall shadow looming over him, covering Adrian’s small body. It felt as if a demon was behind him, and it scared Adrian very much. He tightly gripped the bags in his arms, which

Slowly, he turned and saw Tristan standing behind him. “Mr. Davis…” he

at him. He reached out and lifted

wasn’t as tall as Tristan. Now, Adrian felt like he was on a roller coaster, wide-eyed

cold,” Tristan said, leading Adrian back inside. He gently wiped the dirt from Adrian’s tiny feet, which were tiny in his big hands. They seemed even smaller than the palm of his hand and looked white and

much as he disliked Stella having a child with RK, when he saw the

stunned. Since he was wearing one-piece crocodile pajamas and cuddled up to Tristan, it looked like Tristan was walking around the house

out of the bedroom and interrupted the

would happen now that Tristan knew he had a

slept for a little while, and the two of them

brought us breakfast,” Adrian said, waving the two bags

showed surprise. Since when had her son started calling Tristan “Mr. Davis”? She kept calling him “Brother,” but her son was calling him “Mr. Davis.” It seemed