My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 356

"Hi, little Dax. Come here and give your uncle Sean a big hug."

Sean said as he stood up and opened his arms to embrace Dax. After the warm embrace, he picked him up and carried him in his arms.

"I’m also happy to meet you, little man." He smiled, but his smile slowly faded when he felt Dax lighter than the last he remembered. "Why do you feel light? Have you lost weight?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, Uncle Sean, I lost weight after I started practicing martial arts; I do it every day. And I also started a diet because the doctor asked me to. The doctor said this is good for my health..."

Dax started explaining with beaming eyes, overly enthusiastic about finally being able to meet Uncle Sean again. He and Sean were so engaged in their conversation that they forgot Tristan and Bella were still in the room.

Bella felt her heart warm as she watched Sean and Dax talk. She silently smiled and stepped back a few steps to give them time to express their longing.

So far, Tristan has often heard about Dax’s closeness to Sean when Bella or Dax discuss it, but it has never bothered him.

However, witnessing how close they were with his own eyes made his heart hurt. His hands clenched into fists as he tried not to show jealousy at seeing his son get along so well with Sean.

A subtle, bitter smile slowly appeared on Tristan’s lips. No words could describe his feelings at that moment. He turned his gaze to his wife, who seemed visibly moved, making his bitter smile even more obvious.

Tristan walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Let them chat together..." he suggested. He felt his heart would hurt even more, and he wouldn’t be strong enough to hold back his emotions if he remained in the room.

Bella was slightly surprised when she heard Tristan’s words. She turned to meet his gaze and became even more surprised to see the sadness in his eyes. As if knowing what was going on in his heart, she nodded and agreed with him.

She smiles at her husband before turning to see Sean and Dax, who still carry Dax in his arms while talking.

"Dax, why don’t you show Sean around the house and the garden? And while at it, you two can talk. Daddy and I will go upstairs," Bella’s voice made them stop talking and look at her. "If you need anything, you can call Geoffrey," she said, glancing at Geoffrey standing in the corner.

"Okay, Mommy, Daddy..." Dax nodded and smiled at them.

Sean was surprised that Tristan and Bella allowed him to talk with Dax, just the two of them. He smiled sincerely before nodding, "Sure! Thanks—"

***

Meanwhile, in the second-floor living room,

Tristan is sitting on a three-seater sofa, looking at his wife beside him. A smile slowly appears on his lips as he sees her watching the Cecilia Blomdahl channel, a YouTuber who records her daily life on Svalbard, an island near the North Pole.

He tries to say something about Sean and Dax meeting downstairs, but every time he opens his mouth, the words seem stuck on the tip of his tongue.

Tristan felt frustrated and curious to know what they were doing. When his mind told him to come down to check what was happening, his legs felt too heavy to move.

No words came from Tristan’s lips, but Bella felt Tristan’s arms wrap around her tightly. A smile appeared on her lips.

They hugged in silence for a while until Tristan’s voice finally broke the silence.

"I wouldn’t be able to hate him even if I wanted to because he’s too good to you and Dax. But, you know what..." He said before pulling away from her and placing his hands on her shoulders, continuing, "I can’t stop being jealous of him."

Bella was no longer surprised to hear his confession. She already knew that. She asked, "Why are you still jealous of him?"

She had tried to ask Tristan this question several times. Still, she always failed to get a proper answer because he often answered her ambiguously.

"Don’t tell me you’re afraid he might steal me away from you?" she casually said, but Tristan’s eyes looked serious, staring at her. "No way, Mr. Sinclair? You still think Sean would do that?"

"No. That guy won’t have a chance to steal you from me..." Tristan finally spoke after a few seconds of silence. "I just...afraid...I...I couldn’t do anything if God let you choose him over me."

Bella, "..."

Tristan put his hand on her face, rubbed her smooth cheek with his thumb, and smiled broadly at her.

"That’s what I’m afraid of—"