Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 32:.

When Stella went out to eat, she saw Adrian sitting at the dining room table, eating vegetables and chapati,

which he hated the most. Yet there he was, eating them as if he enjoyed every bite.

An adult and a child were sitting together, sharing a simple meal of vegetables, chapati, sfruit and salad.

What surprised Stella was to see how they were feeding each other. From their backs, it looked like they had

known each other for a long time.

Stella looked at them dumbfounded. What had happened to them? She had only slept one night; when had they

becso close? Had she missed something? It was a surprise to her.

“Honey, don’t just stand there. Cquickly and eat. The food is getting cold,” Adrian said looking at Stella. He

added with a smile, “Mr. Davis has made gajar ka halwa. I've tasted it and it’s delicious.

“Mr. Davis is amazing. He can cook very well. Did he cook it himself?” Stella wasn’t particularly surprised to hear

that Tristan could cook. When she first moved in with him in the Richard family, he often cooked for her.

She always thought he could make anything as long as she liked it. As long as there was something Stella liked

or said she knew well, he would go out and learn to make it for her.

His hands, skilled with a scalpel, could also create appetizing dishes. It struck Stella that his habits were unusual

for someone in his profession. She walked over and sat down next to Adrian, beginning to eat quietly.

Adrian looked at her and said, “My dear, great-grandmother always said you should find a man who could cook

and take care of the house. I think Mr. Davis could do both.”

“What, why are you telling him that, are you trying to play matchmaker?” Adrian, still chewing, didn’t notice her

stare. “He's talking nonsense. It’s not good manners to talk while eating.... Eat your food.”

Adrian, in high spirits after receiving his reward from Tristan, didn’t want to argue with his Darling. He turned to

Tristan with a smile and offered, “Mr. Davis, eat this apple. It's good for your health.”

Tristan’s heart softened at the sight of Adrian’s small, chubby hands holding out the apple. He took the apple

from him, lowered his head and began to eat.

Stella looked at them and was speechless. Were they trying to ignore her?

After breakfast, Stella picked up the dishes and headed to the kitchen to wash them, with Tristan following close

behind.

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Now, without Adrian, the kitchen seemed suddenly small, and an uneasy tension filled the air. “Stella... Adrian is

your son?” Tristan stood behind her. He had learned it the night before, but now, standing there with her, he

couldn't help but ask again.

Stella had her back to him as she washed the dishes. His response was soft, almost a whisper. “Hmm.” Then she

added, “Brother Tristan, | hope you're not wasting your time.”

Not only was she divorced, but she also had a son. They were not right for each other. What's more, with their

identities, they were not compatible with each other.

Tristan paused. After a moment, he spoke softly, “Stella, | don’t care that you have a son.” He was referring to

Adrian.

Tristan continued, “I've already told you. | don’t care about your past. What | care about is that you're not

someone else’s girlfriend. Now you're not... | don’t care about anything else.” If he cared about her past, he

would have let her go a long tago.

Stella said nothing and merely lowered her head. Sometimes a woman's heart was just like that; sometimes it

could be moved easily, or sometimes it could be disappointed in a second.

She had heard those words many times before. Whenever she screwed up or upset him, he would say, “Stella, |

don’t care.” He didn’t care if she had poor health or a stomach problem.

He didn’t care if she did well on her college entrance exam. He didn’t care if she had a mother or not.

And now, after so many years, he was still the same. Maybe his “I don’t care” had beceven more tolerant.

Just like now, he didn’t care that she had been married before or that she was divorced. He didn’t care if she had

a child or not.

Stella kept her back to him, afraid to turn around. She feared that, if she looked into his eyes, she would not be

able to stand it.

“Brother... We're not right for each other.” She just wanted to find a trustworthy man to settle down with. There

were too many obstacles between them. Even if he could accept her, she couldn't bear it.

“So tell me, do you think I'm not good enough for you? I'll do my best to work on my shortcomings until we're

right for each other...”

As he said this, Tristan pulled her shoulder to his side and looked into her eyes. He looked at her and said,

“Stella, if you can’t acceptso quickly, then please don’t rejectso soon. Because | can’t even control liking

you. | can’t stop myself, no matter what anyone else says.”

Stella frowned. At first she had just wanted to tell him not to waste his time, but now it seemed to her that she

was being overly critical.

Tristan looked at her and said, “Stella, | won't force you to accept me, but please don’t make it harder for me.”

With that, he turned to leave, his eyes full of loneliness and helplessness.

Stella remained in the kitchen, engrossed, when she heard a rustling sound coming from outside.

“Mr. Davis, are you leaving?” Adrian saw him cout of the kitchen. Adrian looked at Tristan with his blue eyes.

He wasn’t about to part with him.

“I'll play with you later,” Tristan replied, tousling Adrian's hair.

“Okay... Then don't forget it.”

Stella could hear the conversation on the other side of the door.

From their voices alone, she could tell that Adrian was fond of Tristan. Perhaps it was because Adrian had never

received love from his father, so he easily mistook Tristan’s kindness for something else.

Therefore, Stella’s heart ached for her son. She decided to look for a trustworthy man to settle down with, for

Adrian’s sake.

When Tristan left, Stella went to the hospital to visit her grandmother.

In the years she had spent abroad, she hadn't seen much of her grandmother, so now that she was back, she

had made it a point to visit her. After David, her grandmother was her only family.

“Stella, when did you come, why didn’t you tell me?” asked Grace, smiling as she lay on the bed, eating fruit. As

soon as she saw Stella, she peeled an apple and said, “Stella, ceat. It's the fruit Rene brought yesterday to

visit. It’s very tasty.” Stella had also brought a basket of fruit.

When she saw her grandmother eating the fruit that RK had brought, she put her own basket on the table and

took the basket of fruit that RK had bought, saying, “Grandma, don’t eat the fruit that RK brought.

Eat mine. I'll feel better if you eat mine.”

“What are you talking about?” Grace looked disgruntled. “Why can’t | eat the fruit he bought, is it poisonous?

I've always eaten the fruit he brings. Look, I'm still alive and well.”

Stella looked at her grandmother and didn’t know what to answer. She felt that her grandmother really liked RK.

What kind of spell had that man cast on her grandmother? She always took his side, no matter what.

How could he think he was a good man?

Grace looked at Stella, who was sitting next to her, and looked unhappy. Grace gently patted Stella's hand and

said, “Stella, | know you're worried about me. You think Rene is not a good man, don’t you?”.

“Grandma, if you know, why do you still trust him?”.

“What are you saying? Just because you think he’s not a good person doesn’t mean | do.” Grace spoke in the

tone of someone who had lived experiences and spoke with authority.

“I may be old, but I'm not senile. | can tell a person’s character by looking into their eyes, and I'm sure I'm right

about Rene.”

“Stella, when you were away, it was Rene who took care of me. They say that men are not as filial as women, but

René proved otherwise. | didn’t know René before, but one day, when | fainted in the street, it was René who

tookto the hospital.”

“Not only that, he stayed with me, taking care of me, and whenever he had the would visit me, chat with me

or bringtonics.

Tell me, how many young men today are as filial as René? If you say he is not a good man, then | don’t think

there is a good man left in this world. You may not have known him long, but | have, and it has been enough to

judge what kind of a person he is.

And | am sure there is nothing wrong with him.”

Stella listened to her grandmother and thought, “Have | not known him for a long time? If three years isn’t a long

time, then maybe | don’t know him. But as for how good he is, | know better than anyone else.”

A man who didn’t love his own son? how could he be good?

But one thing was clear to Stella: RK must have charmed her grandmother ever since they divorced. Otherwise,

why would she trust him so blindly?

Stella decided to tell her grandmother the truth about the man. She couldn't let him fool her grandmother with

his hypocrisy. “Grandma, lettell you. Mr. RK already has a girlfriend and is getting married next month.

That's why he can’t be with me.”

“Impossible!” Grace looked at her in disbelief. “I already asked him and he toldhe doesn’t have a fiancée -

how could he have a fiancée?”

“Grandma, maybe you asked him a long tago. But the truth is, he has a fiancée now.”

Yesterday at the Richards’ house, that man had admitted that he was marrying Sophia next month. How could he

not have a fiancée?

It looked like that horrible man was taking advantage of his grandmother's affection. He was lying to her!

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