Tristan had reached the room when all his work is done. Today, the man came home early because the meeting he attended didn’t take up much time.
As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was a little surprised. Sophia wasn’t there. Been looking all the way to the bathroom, but the woman isn’t there Tristan even called mario to help find the whereabouts of his wife.
“Maybe the madam hasn’t arrived yet,” Mario said soothingly. “Impossible.” Tristan shook his head. He said he had been at the hotel since three in the afternoon. But now why isn’t it in the room? His cell phone can’t be reached either.”
Hearing Tristan’s explanation, Mario immediately took the initiative to search all corners of the room. After making sure he didn’t find anything, the man went out for a moment to look for the guard who used to go and check on guests. his boss’s wife.
“The officer said that your wife had walked to the private beach behind the hotel,” Mario said to Tristan. Without thinking much more, Tristan immediately stepped out of the room.
A little hastily entered the elevator and walked towards the hotel’s back area. Once he got to the beach. Slowly he looked around. Examining carefully where the wife is until finally, the blue Netra catches the object she has been looking for.
Damn it! Tristan immediately cursed loudly. In front of his eyes, he could see firsthand how Sophia was sunbathing on one of the beach chairs in a bikini. Feeling displeased, the man hastily followed there to approach.
“For God’s sake, Sophia. What are you doing here?” rebuked Tristan with an unreadable expression. Sophia, who was lying on her stomach at that time, immediately turned around. The woman casually replied as if there was no burden.
“Don’t you have eyes? Of course I’m in the sun, Tristan.” Tristan chuckles. Wanted to be angry but there were a lot of other hotel visitors.
“I told you, never wear sexy clothes. Why are you so hard to work with? Besides, where do you get a bikini like this?” protested the man in a whisper.
Now and then, he looked around. Checking carefully if anyone else was watching him and Sophia.
“Oh my gosh.” Sophia sighed lazily. The woman then straightened up and sat down to look directly at her husband’s face. “Tristan, this is the beach. Of course I’m wearing a bikini. There’s no way I’d be sunbathing in my pajamas. Don’t be crazy!” the debate Sophia didn’t want to lose.
“Besides, this bikini was given by Helena. There’s nothing wrong with me appreciating other people’s gifts by wearing it.”
“But, Sophia —-”
“Just take a look around you. They’re all wearing bikinis. No one is protesting. Why do you have to be mad that I wear it? Who are you to control everything I do.”
“Because I’m your husband,” the man replied firmly and emphatically.
“I don’t like my wife’s body being seen by other people. I also don’t like other men enjoying your body out in the open like this.”
Sophia was silent for a moment. Tristan’s words just now made him run out of vocabulary. Even when her husband spoke again, he did not focus on listening.
“Now hurry up and put on your towels. We’re going back to our room now,” Tristan ordered firmly.
However, seeing Sophia, who remained in her sitting position, made Tristan lose his temper. Without saying much more, he immediately grabbed the bathrobe, placing it directly on Sophia’s body. Seconds later grabbed his wife’s wrist to follow her lead to their room.