My Husband is a Stranger! (English Version)

Chapter Nine: Marry Me, Lyndsay!

“Marriage? He really said that? Why don’t you just accept his offer, frenny? Tristan is so handsome, right? And he looks rich too—your life would totally be amazing!” Clarisse said, clearly thrilled.

“Clarisse, it’s not that easy!” Lyndsay followed with a long sigh.

“Why not? Isn’t this your chance?”

“What chance are you talking about?” Lyndsay replied, confused. They were in the living room of the small apartment they rented together. It was almost dinner time, so Clarisse was busy cooking in their tiny kitchen. She stood up to check what she was cooking. She had been craving beef stew, so her kind friend was making it for her.

It felt like she had gained an instant sister in Clarisse. She didn’t have any siblings and was completely alone in life, so Clarisse’s presence was something she thanked God for over and over again.

“Lyndsay, this is your chance to give your child a good life, right?”

“I mean, life isn’t easy nowadays. If you marry Tristan, for sure he’ll give everything to your child. You know, I searched for Tristan on social media and found out he’s actually a well-known business entrepreneur here in our country. I don’t even know why we didn’t know that. Apparently, aside from being a shareholder in a leading shoe company, he’s also a haciendero. Isn’t that amazing?

Lyndsay, your baby isn’t even born yet, and they already have a golden spoon in their mouth!” Clarisse explained at length.

That’s when Lyndsay picked up her Android phone and searched for the name “Tristan Jacob Leviste” on social media. Just as Clarisse had said, it seemed to be true—her talkative friend wasn’t exaggerating.

So Tristan really was wealthy? If that was the case, then all the more reason they weren’t meant for each other. Wait—why did her mind even go there? Why was she thinking they weren’t a match? What was wrong with her? Of course, it didn’t matter who he was because there was nothing between them.

She suddenly touched her lips. The memory of their kiss was still fresh in her mind. His scent… it felt like he would be wonderful to embrace.

Why did he kiss her that day? What did it even mean? She wanted to scold her heart for being affected and still thinking about it. It was only adding to her worries instead of helping her think clearly about what she needed to prioritize now that she had a responsibility growing inside her.

Lyndsay found herself recalling how the baby had been conceived during their one-night stand. How she and Tristan had become one. It all felt like a dream because, in truth, Tristan had been gentle with her—as if she were a fragile piece of crystal.

“Hey! What’s going on in that head of yours? Hey, Lyndsay Antonette, where have you gone? I’ve been talking nonstop, and you’re just staring off into space!” Clarisse said, followed by a soft laugh.

“Huh?! So… sorry, girl… maybe the baby and I are just getting hungry!” she lied.

She didn’t know if Clarisse believed her, but she said it anyway to hide what had really been on her mind.

“Wow, I arrived just in time!” Tristan said. They hadn’t even noticed him coming in. He was carrying several paper bags filled with various things—some looked like groceries, others like clothes.

Tristan smiled sweetly, his happiness reaching his eyes.

And once again, her rebellious heart started acting up. Ever since she met this man, it felt like there was a drum beating inside her chest.

Tristan happily joined them for dinner. Now and then, he would ask if she wanted more food, rice, water, or anything else.

After dinner, he helped her back to their small living room. He stared into her eyes, and Lyndsay felt like she was melting. She was already too old to feel like a teenager, but why did it feel exactly like that?

Meanwhile, Clarisse volunteered to stay in the kitchen to clean up and wash the dishes. Lyndsay guessed it was just an excuse to give her and Tristan some time alone.

It had been almost two weeks since they met—when she fainted and was rushed to the clinic due to extreme stress and anxiety. Since then, Tristan had been calling her every day or dropping by occasionally, bringing various things with him.

“Tristan, what do you really want? I have already told you, you don’t have any responsibility for this child… or even for me!”

“Marry me, Lyndsay. I want to give my name to our child,” Tristan said seriously.

“I want to give everything I have to my child—my name, my wealth… everything good in life. We don’t have to be a couple if that’s what you’re thinking. You don’t have to fulfill my needs as a husband or as a man if that’s what’s stopping you from accepting my offer. Lyndsay, I won’t do anything to you that you won’t allow,” Tristan explained meaningfully.

“Trust me, Lyndsay. Trust me.”