"WHAT!?" Bella shouted in surprise. She quickly pulled out her cell phone and gaped at the screen, shocked to see a shirtless Tristan lying on his bed.
Bella could see his well-defined chest. She could only blink, unable to move or speak.
This was the first time she had seen his chest again in so many years, and the sight brought back all her happy memories. Once more, these memories, these feelings, started to confuse her.
"You look so pretty, Bella," Tristan said, suddenly pulling Bella from her lingering sweet memories with him. She feels like an entire zoo now dancing in her stomach.
She shook her head slightly while turning away her gaze, "T-Tristan, you—" but her voice betrayed her. She couldn't voice what was in her mind at this moment.
Tristan interrupted Bella, noticing her face had turned red. "Bella, are you okay? Are you allergic to something?"
Once more, Bella scolds this shameless Tristan in her mind.
