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.

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

explaining everything in the bags, one by one. “I brought samosas, hamburgers, noodles and chole bhature, what Stella likes to

drooled when he heard that. What’s more, he was surprised to learn that this guy knew what his darling

he also bought the food he liked to eat: samosas,

In fact, as a doctor, Tristan paid a lot of attention to a balanced diet. How could he

never eaten

money. Whenever Stella wanted to eat something like that, he was the one

them and get jealous of her for

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

usually made him hamburgers too,

open it all the way. He just stuck his

secretly take something to taste it. And now, when

and leave. Then

and smiled. He was very smart and didn’t want to lose out anyway. But he didn’t argue with him

the table near the

Tristan was really gone, he

thud.” Adrian

him. Without looking back, he felt that there was someone behind

tall shadow looming over him, covering Adrian’s small body. It felt as if a demon was behind him, and it scared

Tristan had returned to snatch them from him. Slowly, he turned and saw Tristan standing behind him. “Mr. Davis…” he said, forcing a

He reached out and lifted Adrian, who

as tall as Tristan. Now, Adrian felt like he was on a

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 soft when he

RK, when he saw

crocodile pajamas and cuddled up to Tristan, it looked like Tristan was walking around the house with a crocodile in his arms. He

who is it?” Stella came out of the bedroom and

had a

only slept for a

a guest. He even brought us breakfast,” Adrian said, waving the two bags in his

calling Tristan “Mr. Davis”? She kept calling him “Brother,” but her son was calling him “Mr.