Chapter 2 Triplets

Shawn winked at Tristan and teased, "Seems like this man can't wait to get you to marry his daughter now that you're awake."

Tristan frowned. "Who?"

"Ryland Holt, from the Holt Group. Well, do you want to see him?"

Tristan mulled over the man's name, but it didn't ring any bells. "I don't know him."

"Okay, I'll just ask him to leave." Shawn didn't take the whole thing too seriously.

After all, since the moment Tristan woke up, many people had wanted to get close to him for various selfish reasons.

Shawn went on his way.

After closing the door, Tristan turned back to survey the mess in the lounge. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. The white sheets were stained with blood. Tristan frowned and was about to walk towards the bed when he stepped on something hard.

He lifted his foot and bent down to pick it up.

It was an emerald pendant.

The stone was a beautiful, lustrous green. The pendant was on a dainty gold chain. One could tell at a glance that it was a woman's jewelry piece.

No one else had entered the lounge as far as Tristan knew.

Therefore, the pendant likely belonged to the woman he had slept with.

Tristan idly touched his cheek.

The wound stung a little.

Was that woman a beast? Why on earth did she bite him?

Frowning, he tried to recall the events of the night, but his memory was a bit foggy. He seemed to vaguely recall someone calling his name...

Did that woman know him?

When Shawn came back, Tristan suddenly said, "Shawn."

"Yeah?"

Tristan stood up slowly, slipped the pendant into his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Find out who broke into the lounge earlier and bring her to me."

"On it!"

Slecbury was a sleepless city.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but the restaurant was still bustling with people.

Sharon was an absolute mess. Afraid of being noticed, she decided against taking the elevator and took the stairs instead.

She snuck out of the hotel through the back door.

She tried to walk as inconspicuously as possible, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that all the passers-by were staring at her.

The feelings of embarrassment and humiliation overwhelmed her. She felt as though she was walking on the street buck naked. She hurriedly rushed to the nearest clothing store to buy a fresh set of clothing and then took a taxi home.

In the taxi.

Sharon sat quietly in the back seat.

"Miss, where are you headed?" the driver asked briskly.

"Luxe Garden."

The Fuller family had been generous in terms of alimony, giving her a handsome sum and a high-end apartment in the city center.

The taxi pulled away and headed downtown.

In their four years of marriage, she and Tristan had never had sex.

But three days after their divorce, such a ridiculous thing happened.

Tristan had made love to her for two whole hours...

It seemed that he had really recovered from his coma.

Just recalling the events of the night put Sharon in a terrible mood. She leaned back in the seat and cursed Tristan endlessly in her heart.

Fortunately, it wasn't rush hour, so the taxi zipped through the city with ease.

Soon, they pulled to a stop in front of Luxe Garden.

After paying for her fare, Sharon went up to her apartment on the top floor. It was already furnished when the Fuller family gave it to her, filled with luxurious furniture and tasteful accessories.

"Ding-"

The elevator had reached her floor.

She walked out, but she didn't enter the apartment immediately.

She rubbed her eyes, clapped her cheeks lightly, and tidied up her clothes. Finally, she put on a big smile and unlocked the biometrics lock with her fingerprint.

"Babies, I'm home!"

"Mommy!"

In a flash, two small figures rushed over and threw themselves into her arms.

Sharon's expression softened.

The kids pressed their chubby faces against her legs and their nice scents filled her nostrils.

Sharon couldn't help but breathe in and revel in their comforting scents. She squatted down and hugged the two kids tightly. In a doting tone, she scolded them, "You two disobedient boys! Why aren't you in bed yet?"

"We were waiting for you!" Sharon's best friend, Rena Sutton, yawned and walked over leisurely. "What could I do? They insisted on waiting for you and refused to go to sleep."

The two tots wore matching pajamas and looked alike.

And they both looked like mini boy versions of Sharon. Their eyes were as bright as stars, their jet black hair was as smooth as silk. Even at such a young age, they already looked so handsome.

Although they looked very much alike, it was easy to tell them apart.

Nolan Howe was the older brother. He always put his hands in his pockets, looking cool and aloof.

Louis Howe, the younger brother, always smiled brightly and spoke sweetly.

Hanging onto Sharon like a koala, Louis looked up at Rena and pouted aggrievedly. "I had to wait for Mommy. I can't sleep if she's not home!"

Upon hearing this, Nolan rolled his eyes and said, "Then who kept snoring like a piggy after lunch? He didn't wake up no matter how hard I shouted."

"Not me!"

"Yes, it's you! You're the piggy."

"Nolan!" Louis was so angry that he shouted. "Mommy, my brother is so mean!"

Sharon couldn't help but burst into giggles.

Reaching out to ruffle the older boy's soft hair, she said gently, "Nol, don't bully your brother."

The little boy knitted his eyebrows and complained, "Mom, I'm not three anymore. Can you stop calling me that? It's so childish. Call me Nolan."

Sharon chuckled and replied mischievously, "Okay, Nol."

Nolan was rendered speechless.

He puffed out his cheeks, feeling indignant.

Seeing his brother lose his cool like this, Louis couldn't help but giggle.

As Sharon looked at the two twin boys who looked just like her, the gloom in her heart was dispelled instantly.

They were her children.

To be more specific, they were her children with Tristan.

While it was true that they hadn't engaged in intimacy before tonight, not long after marrying Tristan, she started undergoing an IVF treatment.

Fortunately, the treatment was successful.

She got pregnant with triplets. The Fuller family attached great importance to their heirs, so in order to keep Sharon healthy and happy, her mother-in-law, Melany Fuller, even suspended her schooling for a year.

Melany had always thought that Sharon was too young to take care of the babies, and besides, the latter still had to return to school. So, Melany hoped that she could raise the babies after Sharon gave birth to them.

How could Sharon agree to such a ridiculous request?

But she also knew that she didn't have much of a say in this matter.

Melany was a stubborn, strong-willed woman, and once her mind was made up, no one could change it.

So, Sharon pretended to agree at first. Then she secretly bribed the doctor and midwife in the delivery room; the plan was to give birth to the babies and then hide them from the Fuller family.

But it was difficult to carry out such a plan.

On the day of her delivery, the doctor only found two babies who were suffocated in the late stage of pregnancy. It meant that Sharon could only secretly replace two children.

She had no choice but to leave the baby girl who looked like Tristan to the Fuller family.

After that, she secretly hid the other two children.

She rented an apartment near the Slecbury University and hired a nanny to take care of them. When she had recovered from giving birth, she went back to the university and visited the babies whenever she had spare time.

More than three years passed like this.

Three days ago, when the Fuller family granted her a new apartment in alimony, she moved in with the two children.

But whenever she thought about the daughter she had to give up to the Fuller family, Sharon's heart would sink.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

"What?"

Louis pointed at her neck and frowned. "What's wrong with your neck?"

Her neck?

When Sharon came to her senses, she immediately took out a powder case from her bag, opened it, and checked her neck in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a small, red mark.

Damn it!

She quickly pulled up her collar to cover up the mark while coming up with a hasty excuse. "Oh, nothing. It's just a mosquito bite."

"Mosquitoes come out in this season?" Louis asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"Yes!" Sharon said affirmatively. "Of course."

The two brothers exchanged a look and tacitly stopped asking questions.

Sharon smiled awkwardly, though in truth, she felt a headache coming on.

These two children might've inherited her looks, but they also inherited Tristan's IQ. Although they were just a little over three years old now, it was difficult to fool them.

It was unlikely that they believed her little white lie.