Chapter 5 Chapter 5: An Unexpected Proposal

Grace turned around.

At the door stood a man with golden hair, tall and leaning lazily against the door frame. Even though it was late at night, he wore black sunglasses perched on his prominent nose.

Seeing him, Grace's face lit up with surprise.

"Tristan! What a surprise. It's been ages!"

Six years ago, the first person she saw when she woke up from her car accident in the hospital was Tristan Cole.

"Hello, I'm your lifesaver, Tristan Cole."

That was how he introduced himself.

Waking up from the accident, Grace remembered nothing but her own name. She was wary of the unfamiliar surroundings and the people around her.

She didn't trust Tristan at that time.

But he didn't seem to mind her prickly attitude, always wearing a carefree grin while helping her.

Grace wasn't heartless; over time, she warmed up to him.

In the years since, Tristan had been a great help, caring for her and the kids, and she was grateful enough to let the kids call him their godfather.

Tristan is the type of person who loves to have fun. As a carefree rich person who doesn't have to worry about anything, he spends his days traveling the world and enjoying life.

In fact, she hadn't seen him for almost two months.

As he lowered his sunglasses, revealing a handsome yet mischievous face.

He approached Grace with a cheeky grin. "Wow, this stunning beauty must have missed me terribly!"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm dying to see you."

She gently patted her still-tearful children. "Kids, say hi to your godfather."

Unlike Grace's affectionate attitude, the kids seemed more reserved.

Tristan chuckled, ruffling their hair, but his gaze remained fixed on Grace. "Can we talk?"

His expression grew serious, and Grace hesitated, coaxing the kids to play before leading Tristan into her small study room.

"I heard about what happened today."

As soon as she closed the study door, Tristan got straight to the point. "Vincent Fisk is dangerous; you need to stay away from him."

Grace was taken aback. "How do you know?"

"I asked the kindergarten teacher to keep an eye on you. She informed me right away when the kids went missing."

Tristan explained briefly, but Grace felt something was off.

Before she could ponder it further, he frowned and asked, "I heard Vincent Fisk has ulterior motives towards you?"

Feeling embarrassed that a friend knew about her ambiguous situation with a stranger, Grace laughed awkwardly. "It's all a misunderstanding. We've sorted it out; he won't bother me anymore."

Tristan's expression remained grave.

"Grace, you don't understand men, especially someone like Vincent Fisk, who controls a Mafia family. He's known for being ruthless. If he wants something, he'll go to any lengths to get it."

"You've caught his attention."

Thinking of the cold, imposing man who had cried upon seeing her, Grace felt doubtful about Tristan's warning.

All she wanted was a simple life with her kids, and she didn't want to be dragged into anything complicated or dangerous.

"What should I do then?"

As she frowned in distress, Tristan suddenly moved closer, their noses almost touching, and the atmosphere turned flirtatious.

Startled, Grace instinctively took a few steps back.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.

Tristan, however, replied irrelevantly, "How about... you marry me?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Crossing his arms and standing tall, he grinned mischievously. "Marry me, and we'll live abroad, out of Vincent Fisk's reach. Wouldn't that be great?"

"You always joke around like this. Save those lines for your other girlfriends!" Grace rolled her eyes again.

Every time he got drunk, Tristan would half-jokingly propose to her. She never took him seriously. When she woke up after the accident to learn she was pregnant, he had been visibly upset, urging her to get an abortion. Although he had been good to the kids over the years, that incident remained a thorn in her heart.

Grace turned and opened the study room's door. "It's getting late; you should go."

"Are you really not going to consider it? What if I were to propose on my knees?"