"But, Tristan, if I have twenty-five percent share, how about you?" Bella asked.
Tristan smiled lovingly at her. "I'm nearly penniless now because my wife is richer than me. Please don't leave me, huh?"
Bella remained silent. When he saw him not saying anything else, she asked worriedly, "Are you serious? Don't you have a share left there?"
Tristan smiles before touching her soft cheek and gently caressing it. He didn't rush to answer her.
"Seriously, no?" Bella asked again.
"Oh dear Bella, I don't need anything, only you and our children," Tristan said. When he saw her worries grow, he hurriedly continued, "Don't worry about me; Grandpa and my father have transferred all their shares to me. So, I have the rest for the company share..."
Bella can't help but narrow her eyes on him. 'Gosh! Why am I worried for nothing!?'
