A faint smile framed her face as she mumbled, "How shameless!"
"My darling wife, I know you heard me. Come on, open the door for me. I promise I won't do anything... Trust me, okay?" he coaxed, making Bella want to laugh.
'Oh my, Tristan Sinclair! Would you be able to stop yourself if you saw me without anything covering my body!?'
Bella took another deep breath before answering.
"Tristan, NO. I believe you, but not your little brother down there." She said almost in a hushed voice, but Tristan heard her clearly.
"Hahaha, don't worry. I've learned to control it; you know how patient I am, right? Please open the door, darling..."
Bella laughed inwardly. It was hard for her to believe he could restrain himself after waiting so many years.
She still remembered Tristan telling her that he had never slept with anyone but her. He didn't have time to glance at other women even after she left. He buried himself in his work and even slept in the condo on the top floor of his office.
