Tristan slowly opened his eyes. He sat up straight, fixing his gaze at Dylan.
"Prepare the car; we need to go there now—" He said, then stood up.
...
It had been several minutes since Tristan's car stopped in front of a five-story building. The street seemed empty; only their car was parked there.
This is the second time Tristan has visited this place. The first time was a long time ago. He came to this place just because his grandpa forced him to come to pick her up to move into their marital home.
When he came here last time, he didn't feel anything. But now, looking at her house, a strange feeling arose in his heart, which confused him.
He looked up at the third floor and saw yellow lights from one of the windows in the corner — Bella's bedroom.
"Boss, do you want to go upstairs?" Suddenly, Dylan's voice could be heard beside the driver, distracting Tristan.
He turns his gaze to Dylan, but no words come from his lips.
