CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA

THE ABSENT MINDED

"A dream that has no meaning, but seemed connected to us " Olivia said, lying her head back into Tristan's chest as she recalled the terrible dream she had.

That awful version of Olivia was better left unsaid. Suddenly, an untimely sound came from her stomach- (grumbled)

Tristan let out a crisp laugh, causing her face to flush red.

How embarrassing!

"I haven't eaten all day," she explained shyly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Tristan's face instantly turned cold at her words, and his body stiffened noticeably. Having lived through a lifetime, Olivia Hermstein almost guessed the reason. Ignoring her embarrassment, she quickly explained, "I was waiting for you to come home, so we could eat together!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the dangerous aura around the man began to dissipate. After a moment, he asked for a slightly reproachful tone, "Was the maid not around?"

"It wasn't their fault. I told them not to bother me, then I went to your office." Olivia said.

"Why you come to my office instead you can send me a text message or calls? is there something urgent matter, that you wanna tell?" Tristan sounded like a cop in his position.

"I think- I can have a lunch with you in the nearest restaurant, right? after your official meeting so I waited on their" Olivia tried to explain, not wanting to implicate the maids.

"Alright. But you shouldn't do that. Just mind your yourself when I'm not around. That's why I hired another maid to monitor your food, and the other is responsible to all house work." Tristan said.

In previous life, Olivia had often used belt strikes to threaten Tristan into divorcing her. This happened every time he comes home from the office, he takes off his belt and kneels on the floor. Then Tristan lets Olivia hit him on the back seven to 10 times with his own belt, so it was no wonder he got upset upon hearing she hadn't eaten all day. Thinking about this, her palms grew sweaty.

"Have you eaten?" she asked, suddenly remembering that she was still holding onto Tristan. She quickly let go and sat up straight.

But as she threw herself away from Tristan's warm body, Tristan's heart seemed to tremble, as if a piece of it had gone missing.

Still... resisting him?

"No. Next time, don't wait for me. There's too much work at the company." Tristan's eyes darkened, filled with a complex mix of emotions, instinctively avoiding the answer.

Olivia did not respond. Instead, she lowered her head, glancing under the sofa. After a while, she decided to step barefoot onto the floor and headed towards the nearby kitchen.

"W-What are you doing?"

Olivia stammered nervously, clutching Tristan's tie tightly.

Tristan didn't respond. He simply scooped Olivia up in his arms and carried her to the chair.

"Sit here," he said, his face unusually flushed as he gently placed the still-daze Olivia on the chair.

It took a moment for Olivia to snap out of her shock and look toward the kitchen. Through the glass door, she could clearly see Tristan figure awkwardly moving. Tristan was like that, since they were together, it usually ended in an argument. Over time, Tristan just started staying at the office overnight.

"Bbraawk!" The sound of a plate hitting the floor.

Olivia sighed and quickly rushed to check the kitchen. Then he found Tristan was bending down awkwardly, trying to pick up the broken pieces.

"Don't use your hands. I'll sweep it up," Olivia said, her bare feet padding softly on the floor as she grabbed a broom from the kitchen entrance to stop him.

Tristan tried to act casual as he took the broom from her hand, but he couldn't help frowning when he saw her bare feet. "Where are your shoes?"

"I don't know where I left them..." Olivia mumbled, looking like a child who had done something wrong. She kept sneaking glances at him.

Tristan quickly cleaned up the broken pieces on the floor and set them aside. Then, with a stern face, he took off his own shoes and placed them by her feet. "Put these on and leave the kitchen"

Olivia's face lift up with a sweet smile. She quickly slipped her small feet into his size 10 slippers.

"Hehe, your shoes are really comfy!" Olivia giggled, wobbling her feet in the oversized slippers, looking like a silly, happy girl.

Tristan watched her genuine smile and felt a bit dazed.

He thought she would refuse...

"Let me teach you how to prepare vegetable salad, and spicy noodles" Olivia said, moving

past him. She expertly opened the fridge and took out some noodles.

Tristan watched her on tiptoe, reaching for eggs and vegetables, looking like she really knew her way around the kitchen. His eyes were filled with both curiosity and doubt.

Olivia turned around and met his deep, his gaze. Feeling a bit guilty, she asked, "Did you boil the water yet?"

"I think I should call the maid to cook for us"

Tristan said, clearly uneasy about her cooking. He reached for his phone to make the call.

"No. stop! I don't want the maid to cook for us!" Olivia exclaimed, hastily grabbing his sleeve, forgetting she was still holding a tomato.

In her rush, she bumped into his chest, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on his pristine white polo shirt. In this moment, Tristan's eyes darkened, and the brief contact made his breathing heavier.

Obviously, Olivia successfully made it, to change Tristan's demeanor above her, now her mind is busy to think of her next move.

"The maids is already resting. It's not right to disturb them. Let me handle this." Olivia turned away, avoiding his gaze, and awkwardly

handed him the tomato. But Tristan did not take it. Just as Olivia was about to withdraw her hand in embarrassment, the weight suddenly disappeared—the tomato was gone.

Tristan made a move first and meticulously washing the tomato in the sink, his furrowed brows so intense, like it could a crush broken pieces of plates. On his back, Olivia stole a glance at him. She curled her lips into a self-mocking smile. What a fool she had been. How had she never noticed that the best man was right by her side all along?

After thirty minutes, two steaming bowls of noodles were finally ready. The delicious aroma instantly lifted Olivia's spirits. Just as she reached out to grab a bowl.

"Wow! you have good cooking skills!" Olivia said as she was sitting on the table and waited for Tristan to serve the food.

Watching the neat shape of his hair, then down to his broad and well-defined back, Olivia found herself smiling foolishly.

Tristan Emerson noticed she had laughed at him secretly, and in silent mode. When he turned around to Olivia,there, she, was sitting on the table silent and behaved. A petite woman dressed in an off-shouldered yellow formal dress. Wearing a simple pair of airings, her curly long hair standby from her back to the front. what makes her so sexy is her chest that has a full blast of b**bs.

But when Tristan looked at her hands, the wedding ring were not in her fingers.