Sophia followed carefully as airport officials guided her to the apron where the Jet plane Emaar had provided was parked. Sophia was stunned when climbing the stairs for a few seconds.
She even had time to stop when he saw the figure of Tristan standing in front of the plane door with a smile so sweet. The smile that the man used to show when at first she tried so hard to get close to him.
Remembering this, Sophia immediately clicked in her heart. Instead of welcoming Tristan’s outstretched hand, she just walked away indifferently. Act casually as if you don’t think the man is in front of her.
If you think being cute like this can melt me, I suppose you might be wrong, Tristan. I’m not stupid to have to fall into the same hole.
After being led by one of the flight attendants to sit in a specially reserved place for her, Sophia immediately took out a tablet from her bag. The woman chose to keep herself busy playing modeling games while listening to music from the earphones she brought.
In the slightest, there was no intention to invite Tristan to chat or converse, even if it was just small talk. Tristan himself, who Sophia had ignored, could only smile knowingly. He wasn’t the least bit angry or offended. Self-aware, maybe his wife, until this moment, has not wanted to forgive him considering the many sins he had committed to that woman.
Tristan also didn’t want to force him, making Sophia ill. That’s why Tristan chose to live it like flowing water. Even if he didn’t want to, what is certain is that if Sophia apologized sincerely in the future, it would be more than enough for her. Staying in the air for up to seven hours, Tristan, Sophia, and Mario finally arrived at Dubai International Airport at precisely eight o’clock.
As soon as they arrived, they were immediately taken away by a particular officer that Emaar provided to go to the Burj Al Arab hotel, which was the place for the three to stay for the next week. While Tristan and Mario were still busy in the lobby due to meeting other business associates, Sophia chose to go first to the room with the help of one of the room attendants. He thought he wanted to take a shower as soon as possible. Or if you can soak in warm water for as long as possible to relieve fatigue after hours in the air.
Entering the room, Sophia was surprised. The rooms and the facilities that Emaar has prepared for them are no joke. From the walk-in closet, and dining room, to the private kitchen. Not to mention the Jacuzzi facilities in the bathroom made him smile immediately. Even though she was born into a very well-off family, to be honest, this is the first time Sophia has also received a super premium service like now.
So, should he now be grateful for being the wife of a Young Master Quartararo? That guy must be getting a big head if I thank him! However, the admiration he was feeling instantly vanished. He, who at that time was engrossed in the night view from behind the glass in his room, had to be surprised by the arrival of Tristan and the waiter who brought their suitcases with their belongings.
“Just put the suitcase there,” Tristan ordered the room boy carrying a trolley containing his two suitcases and Sophia. The man’s index finger was directed at the walk-in closet, located in the right corner of the room they were going to occupy.
After being given a tip, the waiter immediately went out, leaving the two to get some rest. At first, Sophia just watched how Tristan came in. Then the man closed the door slowly. Then, when her husband took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, he immediately made a sound.
“Don’t tell me we’re both going to sleep in the same room for a week.” Sophia’s eyes immediately narrowed sharply while putting on a conservative attitude. Suddenly she didn’t feel well. Instead of answering right away, Tristan chose to step first towards the bed. He deliberately sat on the edge of the bed while slowly unbuttoning his black shirt. This behavior made Sophia even more thoughtless.
“Tristan, don’t mess around! Quickly explain to me, are we going to sleep in the same room?” Tristan smirked teasingly. After removing the top of his clothes, the man answered his wife’s question.
“Of course, Sophia. Alabbar knows very well that we are husband and wife. So, we should be sleeping in the same room or maybe in the same bed, right? There’s no way I’ll have to sleep with Mario next week.”
Sophia shook her head in disbelief and didn’t want to imagine sleeping with Tristan. “Don’t be crazy! You think I want to sleep with you?”
“I’m not crazy, Sophia. I mean it.” The man smiled again. It was obvious that he was deliberately teasing his wife. Carrying his right hand, then patted the surface of the mattress while speaking quietly.
“So how was it? Didn’t you miss sleeping in the same bed with me?”