Since she did not have her beauty products with her she used whatever moisturizer and sunscreen there was available that Tristan was using, they were mostly unscented and she was fine with that.

She found Tristan's white fluffy bathrobe after she was done bathing, and she liked that it smelled a lot like him. She couldn't believe it, she has a boyfriend. So far, it had all been surreal, spending the night sleeping in Tristan's arms, and now she gets to spend the rest of the day with him.

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When she got out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see a new set of clothes laid out on the bed. Upon inspection, she saw that the dress came from one of the best designers in the city. Something simple, yet elegant.

She went to look for Tristan and found him at the dinner table reading the newspaper. He was waiting for her so that they could have breakfast together.

Tristan sensed her presence as soon as she made her way down the stairs. He turned around and smiled at her, "He���s so handsome," she thought, then she blushed as her eyes got drawn to his lips, the same ones that were kissing her very passionately while they were in bed.

She wanted to hide from his piercing gaze. Which was how she thought he looked at her all the time like he was reaching into her soul and awakening all these feelings she never knew she was capable of feeling.

She couldn't believe she boldly confessed her feelings to him, and then there was that kiss that electrified her whole body. She was glad that he had the strength to stop her from going over because she would have done anything just to let him continue kissing her mindlessly.

Her skin felt overheated as he pulled out her chair, having him near was doing a number on her. She wanted to kiss him again and roam her hands all over his body, starting with his shoulders, then down…

"Bring the food out, we're ready to eat," Tristan said to the housekeeper, cutting into her daydream.

Breakfast is laid out on the table included french toast, fried eggs, fruit salad, and for Tristan, black coffee.

"Do you want something else aside from these? What do you want to drink?" Tristan asked as he served everything on Ava's plate.

He was being very attentive to even the small details, and this touched her heart.

"Can I have some orange juice, please," Ava said nicely to the maid. This time around she did not hesitate to ask for what she wanted, remembering what Tristan told her.

She was wolfing down her food because she had not eaten anything since breakfast the day of her mishap. "Eat slowly or you're going to choke on your food," he said softly.

"I'm just so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday," she said.

"I should have thought about that. We should have eaten earlier," he frowned, he felt he was negligent with his duties in caring for her.

"Don't worry about that, there's food and I'm eating now," she said as she took a big bite of her french toast.

"Tell the chef to prepare more food and make it fast," he commanded his maid.

"Oh no, don't ask for more food, there's too much on the table already. These are enough for me," she argued.

But Tristan was not one to listen when he knew that whatever she had right now would not be enough to really satisfy and nourish her.

After 20 minutes they brought in vegetable soup and pasta in a creamy alfredo sauce. As soon as Ava saw the dishes, she suddenly felt hungry for more food.

"Okay," she said, "Can I have just a little pasta? Just a little." She looked like a little kid asking for extra candy from her mother, and her antics made him laugh.

"Eat to your heart's content. We can have more cooked if this is not enough," he smiled as he served her some pasta.

The soup and pasta were so good that she did not notice she had eaten half of the pasta already, it seemed like she's been starving herself for months.

Seeing her eat with so much gusto made Tristan smile, he liked that she ate like a regular person and not like the women who always starve themselves to look pretty.

"I'm full," she said as she put down her fork and rubbed her tummy.

Tristan took a napkin and wiped her left check where she missed wiping off some of the pasta sauce. So Ava showed her other cheek just in case he had to wipe that cheek as well. She was so full that she did not even have the energy to move a finger. He chuckled. He liked this demanding side of her.

"What am I going to do with you?" he said in a doting tone and obliging her request.

"I have something to show you," he said as he walked to a shelf, "Last time you were here, you did not have home slippers. So I got one for you," he placed them on the floor in front of her.

It was pink, and that's all that was important because it was her favorite color and just like everything else she told him about her, he remembered.

"These are good," she said as she noticed that his slippers looked exactly like hers but they were in black. "Tristan, are we wearing couples slippers?" she said excitedly.

"Yeah, they are," he was pleased that Ava noticed what he did. He specifically instructed his staff to get them "couple related" things.

"Aww.. that's so sweet, I like them," she felt her heart skip a beat. She never imagined doing all these couple related activities with Tristan but she likes it.

"What do you want to do next?" he asked. He would rather cuddle with her on the couch and kiss her very delectable lips until it was time to go home, but he did not want to force her to do more than she was prepared to. He had to ease her into wanting to kiss him more.

"Let's go to the garden," she said.

The last time she visited him she thought that his garden looked very nice even though there weren't a lot of flowers, there was still a lot of open space that was very lush and green. It made her feel very peaceful in his garden.

The staff observed that Tristan was very sweet and caring towards the madam, he tried to anticipate everything that she needed which said a lot for someone who did not really say a lot to the staff except for imparting instructions.

She looked like she was a very kind and respectful person, smiling at the staff and thanking them every time she needed something, they wouldn't oppose her to being the future Mrs. Ambrosio.

Ava was surprised to find that a lot of flowers have been planted in the garden since she was last out here, and it seemed like they were all her favorite plants.

"Tristan… did you ask your gardeners to plant all my favorites in your garden?" she asked.

"Do you like it?" he asked, beaming like he had planted them himself.

"Very much! It's so pretty out here now that you have all these plants," she said happily twirling around in the garden. He was glad that his efforts were not wasted.

"Tristan, you planted my favorite flowers, and you got us our own couple slippers, it seems like you always remember what I tell you," she said as she turned towards him.

"You are very important to me, so I remember," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

It felt so natural to be with him, now that she had acknowledged her feelings for him. She hugged him to show how much she appreciated his efforts. "You are so good to me Tristan," she murmured.

He knew that he was not a good person, so he kept quiet. He handled business with an iron first, in his book there was no concept of forgiveness, but for Ava, he would do anything to show her his good side. He loved her a lot, and she deserved nothing but the best.

"I want to show you something," he said as she took her hand to walk to another part of the garden that had a swing. When he was talking to the gardener about the new landscaping, he recommended building a swing on one of the biggest trees they had. And he was glad that he followed his advice.

Ava ran directly to the swing, "Tristan, push me," she demanded.

He knew she would like it the second she set her eyes on the swing and her smile said it all. She kept on asking him to push her higher, but he was afraid that she might fall and get hurt.

He started to get tired and had to pull her away from the swing, and when she complained he assured her that the swing would always be in the garden. She can always sit on the swing, and he will be happy to push her.

Tristan had to leave her suddenly because of an emergency at work, but before he went to the study to work, "Little one I need to work for a bit so you can do anything in the house. You can go to the library, read a few books or watch something on the laptop or the tv. Let me know if you need anything okay," he said as he kissed her forehead.

Tristan had two laptops in the study, one for office use and one for personal use which he gave to Ava to use. He wanted to spend the whole day with her, but he could not avoid this emergency.

Ava played with his laptop, but after some time, she got bored and since he was on a video conference, she decided to explore. She signaled to him, and he nodded back.

She was walking around when she noticed a hallway that had a lot of photographs hanging on the wall, so she decided to look at each picture thoroughly.

One had Tristan when he was a fat chubby toddler, another had him in a school uniform. He was smiling in these photos, and he looked very happy.

The photo that really captured her attention was one of him and his dad. Tristan was holding a trophy in his hand while his dad lifted him in his arms and kissed his cheeks. It looked like a very special occasion.

There was a photo with his grandparents, and now she understood why he was so good looking. His whole family was good looking, from his grandparents to his dad.

In the most recent pictures, one can see that his face started losing the glow he had when he was a kid, he was wearing the cold expression she remembered when they first met.

She had been looking at several pictures when she noticed there was no picture of his mother in any one of them. It made her wonder what happened to her, "Is she alive or has she passed away already, is that why he never had anyone in his life except for her?"

Another part of the wall showed all his trophies, medals, and certificates. From the display, one could see that he excelled in all of his subjects. She got so engrossed in this wall of accomplishments and pictures she did not realize that time had already passed.

Tristan finished with his meeting and when he hadn't heard from her after a while, he came to see what she was up to. He was walking down the hall when he found her looking at all his achievements.

"Have you had your fill? Why don't we go and get some lunch?" he said.

"Sure, you can tell me about your awards," she said. She was itching to ask him about his mother but didn't think it would be appropriate for lunch conversation, so she just kept quiet about it.