"Could you please help me get a set of pajamas from the wardrobe?"

I was really paralyzed now.

Tristan nodded and then he went to get me a loose and comfortable pajama, as well as white underwear.

I knew that the doctor was very careful.

"I'm not even wearing underwear, could you please get me a pair?" I said shamelessly, without feeling embarrassed anymore.

Tristan's face became increasingly strange, revealing a hint of abnormal embarrassment. He inexplicably cleared his throat and then went to get me a pair of underwear.

His fingers looked very nice, long and clean. He used the tip of his index finger to hook the corner of his underwear and handed it to me, looking very cautious.

"Thank you, you can go now. I can handle it myself," I said as I took the underwear and politely thanked them.

Tristan immediately left the room and closed the door. As for me, I first put on the upper part of my clothing, and then struggled a bit to properly put on the lower part.

"Tristan, can you carry me out?" I was ready to push my shamelessness to the extreme, just like I did with Frederic, and now with Tristan as well.

I thought to myself that anyway, in a few days, I would be going abroad, so I didn't mind losing face in my home country.

The door was opened again, and Tristan silently came to the bedside. He then turned his back to me and crouched down, and I immediately climbed on top, hooking my arms around his neck.

I think, "Tristan was such a good man. Emilia didn't choose him, it's really a loss."

When I arrived in the living room, I realized that there were fruits and some ingredients placed on the coffee table. It seemed like Tristan was planning to cook. I pointed at those things and asked, "Did you buy them?"

"I haven't had dinner yet," Tristan picked up the ingredients, looking relaxed, "Do you want to have some together? We can eat and chat at the same time."

I thought to myself, "Isn't this nonsense? If you come to my house to cook, can I not eat something? I'm not renting out my kitchen to you."

I nodded, "Hmm, I want to eat too. Put less chili."

Tristan went to the kitchen and busied himself. My apartment is not very big, with one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a relatively large balcony. It is very close to Aroma University, where I lived when I was in college.

I sat in the living room, able to directly see Tristan's busy figure in the kitchen. He had already taken off his coat, revealing a gray hoodie that looked very youthful.

After a while, Tristan came out holding a big bowl with cooked soup inside, which had a strong aroma.

After Tristan brought over the remaining dishes one by one, he sat down in front of me and said, "Let's start eating."

"Hey, where is your daughter?" I asked curiously.

"Daughter?" Tristan paused for a moment.

"Pudding, aren't you going back to feed it dinner?" I reminded.

Tristan had a sudden realization and then smiled, "My parents will take care of Pudding, no need to worry."

I nodded and started eating. The rain and snow outside the French window had slowly turned into swirling snowflakes, accompanied by howling cold wind, making this meal very warm.

Halfway through eating, I felt a warm sensation all over my body and became more energetic. "Alright, tell me about Lillian. Frederic told me that he met her through a friend, is that true?"

"Well, it's true," Tristan's eyes seemed to be misty and moist, as if they were steamed by the heat of the soup.

Looking so closely, I found that Tristan also had long eyelashes.

I just wanted to ask which friend it was. I think this friend is really amazing. After all, Frederic is not someone who is easily moved. I had been pursuing him for almost five years back then, but he never liked me.

Tristan chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I am that friend."

The fork in my hand fell onto the table, and my mind went blank, "You?"