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.

innocent expression, Stella didn’t know if she should reveal this complicated and changeable relationship. Especially when RK was her precious son’s

smiled awkwardly. “I don’t

Adrian didn’t believe it. He looked at Stella while walking on the side of the road. He looked at her and then lowered his

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

had been seen through, blushed and shook his head. “No…

be a question that kept

do you like Uncle Tristan more? Or do

fellow asked

was on the child’s mind, so she asked. Had the little boy been observing her

her beloved, yet quirky son and his question. No matter who she liked, she was afraid that

thinking? Uncle Tristan and Uncle

want to impose the adults’

hearing that, Adrian just replied, “Oh,” gloomily. Then he lowered his head and stopped talking. However, in

waiting for a while, Tristan came over. On the way back, compared to

goosebumps

straight at Tristan’s neck with a curious

just now, she had bought the tie, and now

moment, Tristan was in a good

the other hand. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. “It’s a gift from

to say. She had never thought so

for him to interrupt! He quickly

his eyebrows and looked at the

was asking Stella, but also Adrian. Moreover, he didn’t pose that question to anyone specific. Stella was so embarrassed that she didn’t know whether to

of

“It’s nice!”

the mother and son answered

reply, so he spoke up. Of course, Stella was afraid that it would be too

of indescribable harmonious atmosphere spread. It seemed that as long as this man existed, the atmosphere would always

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

stopped her. “Stella,

look at the little guy sitting on Stella’s lap and said gently, “Adrian, go upstairs first. I have something to

“Okay…”

Adrian nodded obediently.

of them with his big blue round eyes, he carried his little school bag, got out of the car with his new clothes in

an indescribable sense of oppression

his wallet from his pocket, took out a bank card, and handed it to Stella. “This is yours. I’m giving

saw her bank card from the Richard family in Tristan’s