Tristan seemed to be sitting while rubbing and massaging his smooth chin. His eyes were straight but looked blank as if he was daydreaming about something. I don’t know what the brown-haired man is thinking right now.
Mario, who had been in the room for more than 30 minutes, was stunned to wait until his boss realized and returned to focus on completing the work that had piled up.
“Mister.”
Mario, who couldn’t stand the wait, finally called. After all, if you stay like this, the problem won’t be solved right away.
“What Happen, Mario? What do you want to discuss with me this time?”
Tristan said reluctantly. The man’s gaze didn’t look the least bit away from what he had previously noticed.
“How long do you want to daydream like that?” asked Mario, a little exasperated. Ah no. He seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. Since knowing his wife, who suddenly went to the hospital, Mario realized that his boss’s attitude had immediately changed 180 degrees.
No longer arrogant and cold, instead so sad and a little melancholy. Strange indeed. He even thought that maybe his Master had Hypomania or Moodswing. Sometimes it’s good and looks gloomy, even like a depressed person.
“I don’t know, Mario,” Tristan said quietly. “I’m just not in the mood to do anything. Just want to be quiet and reflect.”
Mario immediately chuckled. Confused about what to do next.
“If there is a very serious problem, you can tell it to me. If I can help, I will definitely help as much as I can. Don’t stay silent and daydream like this,” Mario complained openly. Hell, if Tristan is after this angry or offended by his words.
“Many deadlines have not been touched, Mister. If this continues, all work will fall apart. Shouldn’t we be professionals? Don’t forget, Foxtail’s fate is in your hands.”
Now, it was Tristan’s turn to sigh softly. Before long, the man straightened up. Loosen the tie a little around his neck. After feeling comfortable, he looked up and then spoke again.
“I’m confusing Sophia right now.”
Mario’s brows furrowed. Thinking and guessing simultaneously why the Master is confusing the Mistress.
“What’s wrong with your wife? Has her health gone down again?” I guess Mario wanted to know. “No. I don’t care about that.”
“Then, dizzy because what else this time?” Mario asked as if there were a lot of other things that Tristan often bothered about in front of him.
“I’m dizzy and confused because a few days ago my wife asked for an immediate divorce, Mario. He didn’t even want to meet and forgive all my actions before I signed the agreement regarding the divorce he was suing.”
“Good grief.” Mario finally understood. Now he knew what had caused his boss to look so grumpy all this time. But wait. As if there was something strange Mario caught from this conversation, and he needed to clarify.
“Mister, I’m sorry if I’m being presumptuous. But didn’t Mister first approach and then marry Mrs. Sophia for a specific purpose? I remember very well, you used to tell me to investigate everything related to Mrs. Sophia in order to get close and then ensnare her, right?”
Tristan nodded. Confirming what the assistant asked.
“Yes, you’re right. I didn’t forget that, Mario. I did marry Sophia out of revenge for her father, Alfonso Adelaide.”
“Of Course!” Mario spoke again in a deliberately accentuated voice. “Because your plan has gone well. Even Alfonso Adelaide has been arrested by the police. So why bother yourself now when Mrs. Sophia is filing for divorce right now? Aren’t you not in love with your wife one bit?”
Again, Tristan sighed. His assistant made him even dizzier by shouting a series of heart-wrenching sentences. It’s not wrong. If you remember the original goal, what Mario said was all true.
“So you think I should just divorce Sophia, then?”
Mario nodded confidently. “If all the plans have been implemented, what are you waiting for? Or maybe —-”
“Could it be, what do you mean?” Tristan hastily cut in.
“Yeah, just in case you’re feeling dizzy right now because you’re really in love and don’t want to let Mrs. Sophia go.”
Tristan suddenly laughed. Even though there was nothing funny about what Mario had just said, even if Tristan did fall in love with Sophia, it was only natural.
In addition to having attractive looks and personalities, the intensity of their frequent meetings would be impossible, if not the slightest bit of chemistry in Tristan’s heart. It’s so bullshit.
Don’t forget; they have even been in touch many times like husband and wife. Tristan could tell which parts of Sophia’s body were and which were not. Then, less especially from the relationship between the two.
“No, Mario,” Tristan said again. “I don’t think I’m really in love with Sophia. In fact, the good I’m doing now is nothing more than pity and guilt for the bad things I’ve done to her.”
Mario looked suspiciously. Tristan’s mouth may say pity, but from the look in his eyes, you can tell he has more feelings for his wife. Maybe too proud to admit. After all, that’s the nature of most men. It’s hard to admit your feelings.
“Then? What else are you bothering about? Just divorce it as the madam requested. It’s a shame if you’re kept in custody like now.”
Tristan just nodded in response to what Mario had just said. Before he could utter a word, his assistant asked another question.
“Then if you really get divorced in the near future, what will Mister do after that?”
Tristan rolled his eyes. Thinking about what to do after this. It wasn’t long before he remembered something.
“Well, maybe I’ll marry Aurora. You know, I basically had a promise to marry her long before I met Sophia,” Tristan said casually.
“You are sure?” Again Mario squinted. From the beginning, he seemed to doubt everything his boss said. “It’s not that you don’t love Mrs. Aurora. Don’t say you wanted to marry her out of necessity.”
Tristan smiled with a relaxed expression on his face. Not offended when the assistant continued to bombard him with many questions that were sometimes deliberately cornering.
“Love is just a chemical reaction that can arise and even disappear at any time, Mario. Even if I don’t love now, who knows in the future that feeling will grow by itself. No one knows what will happen in the future, right?”
Mario nodded. No longer denying the decision that Tristan has chosen. Either way, he wishes the best for his boss and co-worker.