Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 143:

Since Tristan had said so, she couldn’t say anything more. Stella thought about her precious son and decided to talk about it with this man when Adrian was not by her side.

After all, Stella didn’t want her precious son to get involved in the disputes between adults. On the way, because of Adrian, the atmosphere in the car was not so quiet and awkward. The little guy kept talking along the way.

Occasionally, the man sitting in front would interrupt with a few words. The scene was very harmonious.

At the restaurant, after Tristan parked the car at the entrance, he got out and opened the door for Stella like a gentleman, with Adrian sandwiched between the two adults.

“Darling, the other day Uncle Tristan took me to eat Japanese cuisine, and now he’s taking me to eat French food.

He said he’ll take me to eat all the cuisines in the world in the future!” Adrian said, and his little face was full of sincerity and pride.

However, Stella only nodded and didn’t say anything.

Adrian looked up at Stella’s face. She looked calm, but her gaze was worried as if she were absent-minded.

He was trying to create opportunities for these two adults, okay?! Why didn’t Darling react at all? Didn’t she understand what he meant?

So he added, “Darling, can you join us for dinner in the future? Uncle Tristan, you don’t mind, do you?”

Stella secretly glanced at the little guy whose hand she was holding.

She didn’t know who this kid took after. The relationship between the two was so complicated, yet the little guy was trying to play matchmaker with her!

Stella didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. At such a young age, he only knew how to get his mother into trouble. When he got older… it would be terrible!

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Stella complained in her heart, When I go back later, I’ll teach this little guy a lesson!

Stella was now looking at her precious son, whom she both loved and hated! However, there was nothing she could do.

This time, before Tristan could answer, Stella said, “Adrian, don’t bother Uncle Tristan anymore. You have to be sensible!”

Originally, there was not much going on between her and Tristan. However, now, because of the relationship between Adrian and Tristan, it seemed that the relationship between them could not end.

Especially now, according to their seniority, Adrian really should call Tristan “uncle”!

However, was there really an uncle-nephew relationship between the two?

Adrian as his nephew? Stella thought about it and felt that if the two of them acted like this, their relationship would become

was immersed in the joy of being lifted high, but his mood was

Adrian turned around pitifully

Stella was the third party who had ruined

were still wrapped around Tristan’s neck. He tearfully looked at Stella, pouted, and asked pitifully, “Darling, let Uncle Tristan hold me for a while

so cute

he would always show such a look, looking at her

nothing more than

this time she didn’t fall for his trick and immediately refused. “No,

was teaching the child a lesson when Tristan spoke up. He interrupted, “You don’t

Tristan said gently.

this moment, in front of Adrian, it was as if she was the villain! As for Tristan, he was like an angel, who agreed

said in a crisp voice,

on the ground. The little fellow raised both his arms and made a

you’ll have to fly very high. This time you have to take a plane. Are

little fellow nodded his head expectantly and said happily, “I’m ready, I’m ready! Take off!” As

into a world for just the

had a

and flown around, while the other flew with the child

side. No matter how she looked at it, it felt as if she could not

the air and heard his cheerful laughter, Stella’s heart

all, any mother just wanted her child to be

the same time, she also had some

Adrian was only temporary… She was afraid that, in the end,

two rounds, the little fellow’s face was full of

Uncle Tristan, you’re so

the man’s shoulder as if it were a pillow; it felt so

with one hand and, seeing that there was a fine sweat on the little boy’s smooth forehead, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the child’s

It was a habit for him to carry a handkerchief

Stella was a child, she was like Adrian,

handkerchief and water with him

did it because she was

that there was an unusual feeling attached

to have a man

Tristan was so good to him, he kept smiling, and small dimples appeared on the corners

pouted his pink