Ava tried to get out of bed, sleeping beside Tristan last night could be excused because she was injured and traumatized, but now that they were awake, it felt very sensual, and she was not ready for that yet.

She looked under the covers and noticed she was wearing an oversized shirt and drawstring pants that she didn't think she owned.

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"Tristan! Where are my clothes?" Ava screamed when she discovered her clothes had been changed.

"Your clothes were torn and dirty so they needed to be changed," he said.

"Did you… change my clothes?" She asked nervously, mortified that he changed her clothes and saw her body. She was not comfortable with that.

"No, I didn't. I called a doctor last night, she checked you and changed your clothes," he said, "I'm sorry if you're wearing my clothes, I had nothing else available."

She felt touched by what he did. He saved her, called a doctor, and had her dirty clothes changed. Every day she spent with Tristan showed her a different side of him, he kept on finding ways to let her know that he loved her.

"Tristan I think it's time for us to get up," she said as she tried to remove his hand from her across her waist.

"I think we should just stay here for a while more," he said as he tightened his hold on her waist.

For the first time in his life, he had no desire to go to work. He's never taken a break in his entire life, even when he was sick because nothing was waiting for him at home, and taking breaks just made him think of how lonely he was.

Waking up with Ava this morning made him feel at peace. He didn't feel the need to rush to any meetings, appointments, or phone calls.

Tristan once read an article that had a son asking his father this question, "What is more important, the journey or the destination?"

The father replied, "It's the company you keep when you take the journey."

And he never understood why that was the father's answer until today. Having Ava with him brought him great joy, and he knew that whatever journey he was taking would be worthwhile as long as she was there with him.

"Don't you have work today?" she asked. Tristan had an empire to run and always had a lot of work to do.

"No, I'm staying home today," he lied. He had a ton of work to do but he postponed everything for the next day. Before Jack left last night, Tristan told him to cancel all his meetings and never call him unless it was an emergency.

He had taken a leave today so that he could spend some time with Ava.

Ava remembered that she was supposed to come back from X city today, and since she was back early from the accident, she should just head home. Her parents are probably waiting for her.

"I need to go home, my parents are waiting for me," she said.

"Have you thought about what your parents will say about the accident? You don't need to tell them what happened. Your schoolmates are going to be home later tonight, you can stay here for the meantime so they won't have to worry.," Tristan explained.

Tristan did not want Ava to leave him so soon. He wanted to spend more time with her.

"Stay here the whole day?" she questioned him.

"Yeah, you can keep me company since I don't need to go to work either," Tristan said like it was that simple.

"Okay," she agreed. She had been in his house before when Tristan tutored her, and she liked him anyway, so why not stay with him.

"So what time is it? What are we going to do now?" she asked, not knowing how early it was. She just remembered sleeping as soon as Tristan took her to his car and being so tired.

"It's 7 am, and we can just lay here and talk," he said. He didn't really plan how this day would go. He hadn't planned beyond convincing her to stay. She agreed so fast it left him at a loss for words.

"How about we play 20 questions," she suggested. He had a confused look on his face because he has never heard of this game, not that he played games anyway.

"It's a game to help us get to know each other better. We each get a turn to ask each other 20 questions," Ava explained.

"Sure, that sounds good," he quickly agreed to her idea. He wanted to know more about her likes and dislikes, ever since Alaric taunted him with information from their childhood he was trying to find ways to get more information.

He wanted to be the only person who knew more about Ava than anyone else.

"You go first," Ava said.

"What was your first impression of me?" Tristan asked, really curious about what she thought about him when they first met at the wedding, out there in the garden, she captured his attention, and something in him had awoken.

"Dangerous and Handsome," she blushed.

Tristan smiled. He felt elated that she was attracted to him as well when they first met.

"My turn, tell me one of your pinches my moments," she asked.

"When I met you," he replied without a second thought.

"Seriously, tell me the truth," she said.

"Well when I met you for the first time, I was shocked, I never thought I could ever fall in love, you made my heartbeat for the first time," he said. He hated going to these functions, but he was glad he was there that day.

Ava blushed when he heard his confession, and Tristan could not stop himself from pinching her cheeks.

"What is your favorite memory?" Tristan asked.

"Actually I have two, one was when dad took us to Disneyland for the first time. Sara and I had the best time of our lives. Then the second one was when Sara baked me a cake for my birthday. The cake did not look that good, but it was the best cake I have ever tasted.

Sara is a terrible cook. Mom says she can't even make instant noodles," she explained.

"Okay how about you, what is your best memory?" she asked.

"When I trained at the military camp and came out with new friends," he said. The military camp changed his life, he met the other aristocratic heirs there and has called them brothers ever since.

"What is your favorite color?" he wanted to know so he could buy her a gift in this color.

"My favorite color changes every day, So I really don't have one," she answers.

"How about you?" she asks.

"The same as your favorite color," he teased.

"So cheesy," Ava giggled, "You're just copying me."

Tristan preferred black, grey, and white which was just standard for any office attire, but he couldn't call them his favorite color, he chose them because they were not bright colors.

Come to think about it, he really didn't have a favorite color. He just didn't like the bright colors and preferred calm colors.

"Your saddest moment?" he asked on his turn.

"When Sara left the house for the first time to go to her first off-site photoshoot," she recounted, "We were inseparable. Sara was always there to protect and pamper me, when she left I was so sad, I cried for several days."

"Oh, I'm so sorry I asked that," he said.

"No it's okay, I call her a lot and see her often enough, so it's okay," she smiled, "Okay here's my question, where do you splurge your money the most?"

"Hmm... I guess on my business and cars," he said. Predictable, she thought, all men loved their expensive cars and motorcycles.

"What is your most prized possession?" he asked.

"My grandma gave Sara and me identical bracelets, she was very close to us and it's the only thing she left us before she passed away," she answered.

"What do you wish you could do more of?" she asked

"To spend more time with you. If you would let me," he said staring into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

She smiled shyly, she wanted that too, but she was not ready to tell him that.

He raised an eyebrow, when she didn't answer he asked, " If you can go anywhere in the world, where would you be right now?" he asked.

"Switzerland," she replied while Tristan took notes in his mind.

"That is a wonderful place," he said.

"Do you have a secret talent?" she wanted to know.

"I don't know if it's a talent but I can write words backward in its mirror image," Tristan said.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked curiously.

"In school, I learned from my classmates," he said.

"I think I'm running out of questions. What relationship do you idolize," he asked.

"My parent's relationship. I dream of having a happy married life as they do," she replied. Her parents loved and cherished each other even after so many years of marriage. Mr. Wesley loved his wife very much and prioritized her in everything he did.

"I have more," she said,

"Would you rather lose all your money or lose your loved ones?" she pushed.

"I would rather lose all my money than lose somebody I love," he said because when he lost his father, even with all the wealth he had, he still felt alone. Now more than ever, he knew that love was more important than money. Ava was more important than all the riches in the world.

His eyes were boring into her soul, and she knew he was serious, serious about her, and serious about his feelings for her. He was different from what the magazines described him to be. He was very warm, kind, and caring, and she was falling more for him.

To break the ice she veered into lighter topics.

"Do you prefer watching a movie or reading a book," she asked.

"Neither," he said, "I watch documentaries and read business books. Not really into fiction."

"Okay, calling or texting," she asked.

"Call, I hate texting," he said. He was awkward with texting, and he did not really enjoy trying to figure out how to flirt with her that way.

"Then you can call me next time," she said, shyly looking at him, she wanted him to contact her more, and their text messages weren't that encouraging.

Ava understood why Tristan's messages always contained only one word most of the time.

"Hmm... Good," he said. Now that he had the go signal, he'll be calling her every day.

"Favorite cuisine?" she asked?

"Mexican," he replied. After tasting cuisines from all over the world, he liked Mexican cuisine the best.

"The quote you live by?" Ava asked.

"Don't wish for it, work for it," he said. He applied the same formula in business and love, not stopping until he got what he desired.

Having most of their questions answered brought them closer together and it was a big step in terms of their relationship.