Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 70:.

Stella's heart clenched. She had always feared two things: first, that RK would find out about Adrian, and second,

that one day, when they met, Adrian would becattached to his biological father.

However, he did not expect that, although they had only met a few times, the boy was already affected by the

instincts of his blood. He felt an inexplicable affection for RK.

Stella was pinned to the spot. For a moment, she didn’t know how to dispel her precious son’s brilliant idea.

Adrian saw that Stella said nothing and froze in place. His expression changed and he thought he had angered

his Darling.

He immediately pursed his lips and tugged at Stella’s dress with his chubby little hands, putting an end to her

obstinacy.

“Darling, | was only joking with you! Don’t be angry. | still like being with my sweetie.” As he spoke, the little boy

wrapped his chubby hands around Stella’s legs, looking like a little boy begging for forgiveness: cute and

annoying.

After that, he promised, “Honey, | will listen to you! | will stay away from Uncle RK in the future.” Adrian held out

his little hand and raised it as a guarantee.

Stella looked at the little boy and smiled. She didn’t know what to do with him. However, she also knew his

precious character from infancy.

She stroked his fluffy little head and smilingly said, “You naughty little guy!”. She pinched his chubby cheeks.

“Ding Dong!”

While mother and son were chatting, the doorbell rang. Hearing it, the little boy quickly let go of Stella and ran to

open the door.

The door opened and a tall, familiar figure appeared. Tristan stood in the doorway with a paper bag in his hand.

Seeing that it was Adrian who opened the door, Tristan reached out a hand, touched his fluffy little head and

said, “Adrian, good morning! You're up so early this weekend. What a good boy.

Tristan, at 1.8 meters tall, created the most adorable height difference with Adrian, who stood next to him. The

little guy’s head was exactly where Tristan’s arm hung. Tristan was easily touching his little head, doing whatever

he wanted.

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The little boy knew him very well. The little boy, who loved to call people “uncle,” saw that Tristan was carrying a

paper bag with the McDonald's sign on it in his hand.

The little boy looked at the paper bag in Tristan’s hand with his round, big blue eyes wide open. He didn’t even

blink.

“Good morning, Uncle Tristan! Has Uncle brought tasty food for Adrian?” Adrian replied politely.

As he spoke, Tristan lifted the little boy off the floor. In this way, the child and the adult were communicating at

eye level.

Tristan held Adrian with one hand, letting him sit on his strong wrist. Then he held up the paper bag in his other

hand and said, “All of Adrian’s favorite yummy things are in here!”.

“Muack! Uncle Tristan, you're the best! You're so good!” The little boy kissed his cheek and said contentedly.

As he spoke, he held the paper bag Tristan held out to him with both hands, sitting excitedly on Tristan’s arm as

he unwrapped it.

Stella, who was standing not far away, watched all this speechlessly.

“Look at him! He got acquainted with everyone so fast!”

Just now, she was praising RK for how good she was and how ruthless she was. However, in an instant, she

turned around and said, “Uncle Tristan is the best!”.

Did you learn to be two-faced as a child or were you born with the qualities of a two-faced person?

She had never taught her son to be like that. He had to be that way because he also had the DNA of that two-

faced man in his body.

This time, Tristan was brought in by her precious son, and Stella had no choice. She could only let him in.

She was still holding the breakfast plate she had just cooked and said, “Tristan, | made breakfast, you didn’t have

to buy it for Adrian.”

Towards this man, Stella had an indescribable feeling in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had been cared

for by this man since she was a child; therefore, it was difficult for her to reject the present Tristan in front of her.

What if he was that good to her? She didn’t know how to refuse him.

Tristan led the boy into the dining room and said lightly, “Perfect. | haven't had breakfast yet. I'll eat what you've

cooked.”

Stella's jaw dropped.

What he said sounded very impolite and shameless. However, when it cout of his mouth, it seemed

perfectly natural.

As he had said, Tristan was not polite at all. He sat down next to Adrian, picked up a spoon from the table and

began to eat the breakfast prepared by Stella.

Sitting next to him, Adrian pulled the box of baby food out of the paper bag with McDonald's printed on it. In it

were all kinds of vegetables and corn, arranged in fun, kid-friendly pictures.

It was the perfect breakfast for children: healthy and nutritious - the little one was delighted!

He picked up his little childish spoon and began to eat. As he ate, he said with a smile, “Uncle Tristan, you're the

best! You're so good to me!

Even Darling won't leteat McDonald's! But you leteat McDonald's! | like you so much! Uncle Tristan is

the best!”

As he spoke, Adrian smiled at Tristan.