Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 151:

Stella braced herself and followed the man to the counter. “Tristan, don’t be like this. I will be embarrassed.”

She said, “If you keep giving me things like this, I’ll have to prepare a gift for you later. It’ll be something!” From childhood to adulthood, this man had helped her a lot. After returning home from abroad, Stella knew what this man thought of her, and she only felt that she was not used to it.

Tristan smiled and said, “It’s better if you keep owing me like this; at least if you can’t pay me back.”

She was speechless. This man! What did he mean!?

Stella had no choice but to accept it for the time being. To be honest, Stella didn’t like this kind of occasion. She especially didn’t like the feeling of being with those people! “Let’s go back.”

Tristan patted Stella’s shoulder and said, “Take Adrian to the parking lot and wait for me. I’ll tell them.”

“Okay.”

Stella agreed quickly. She wished she could stay far away from the couple! It would be best if she didn’t meet them!

On the way, Adrian insisted on carrying his precious clothes. Stella had no choice but to give him the children’s clothes that Tristan bought for the little boy.

Adrian took the shopping bag and jumped with excitement. “Darling, who is that aunt just now?” The little fellow asked.

Because Stella had taught the child that when other adults were present, he should remain quiet, the little boy kept quiet all the time. He was clever and didn’t interrupt the adults.

“That…”

Stella paused. “They’re my…”

She didn’t want to admit that Sophia was her sister. To tell her precious son about that relationship… Stella was even more unwilling! Thus, she lied and answered, “They’re just my friends.”

Your imagination thrives at puntocom

The little thing answered crisply. His little head began to search for complicated relationships again…

After thinking for a while, he couldn’t help asking, “Darling, what’s the relationship between that uncle and that aunt?”

Stella was speechless.

Why did he ask so many questions that day?

Stella looked down at her precious son and saw that the little fellow’s face was full of innocence and confusion.

reveal this complicated and changeable

“I don’t

side of the road. He looked at her and then lowered

hand in her palm and asked gently, “Baby, what

blushed

be a question that kept lingering

do you like Uncle Tristan more? Or do you like Uncle RK

fellow

mind, so she asked. Had the little boy

question. No matter who she liked, she was afraid that it

are you thinking? Uncle Tristan and Uncle RK are just

end, Stella didn’t want to impose the adults’ complicated relationships on the

head and stopped talking. However, in his heart, he was depressed

parking lot. After waiting for a while, Tristan came over. On the way back, compared to earlier, Stella’s situation was

the very least, there wasn’t Sophia’s presence, nor was there RK’s sharp gaze. He stared at her, giving her goosebumps all over her body, afraid that at any moment her

little fellow pointed straight at Tristan’s neck with a curious

the little fellow’s eyes. Sure enough, just now, she had bought the tie, and now Tristan had put it around his neck, pairing it well

moment, Tristan was in a

controlled the steering wheel with one hand and adjusted the tie around his neck with the other hand. The corners

was speechless. She didn’t know what to say.

time for him to interrupt! He quickly covered

and looked at the two of

words sounded like he was asking Stella, but also Adrian. Moreover, he didn’t pose that question

three seconds of

“It’s nice!”

time, the mother and son

to reply, so he spoke up.

Tristan heard that, the smile on the corners of his mouth deepened. Inside the car, a kind of indescribable

the apartment building. Tristan stopped the car, and Stella was about to

next to her stopped her. “Stella, wait a

Stella’s lap and said gently, “Adrian, go upstairs first.

“Okay…”

Adrian nodded obediently.

with his big blue round eyes, he carried his little school

an indescribable sense of oppression in the

a bank card, and handed it to Stella. “This is yours. I’m giving it back to

saw her bank card from