Tristan went to Bella's room after discussing Dax with Noora for a while.
Today, Tristan, who has been harboring deep feelings for Bella, decides to be honest with her about their status. He felt approaching her with such intentions for a month was enough.
He slowly turned the doorknob of Bella's door. 'It's not locked! Of course, you dummy! Bella won't lock it if Dax sleeps in a separate room,' Tristan said inwardly before stepping inside.
The room was dimly lit, with only a ray of sunlight seeping through the slightly opened curtains.
His heart started pounding as his eyes fixed on the bed. He silently closed the door before approaching the large bed in the center of the room. Bella lay there like a sleeping angel.
Tristan sat on the edge of the bed, his actions frozen by his concern. He didn't dare disturb her, not even to brush the hair from her face. Afraid she would be awake, he wanted to let her sleep a little longer.
