The CEO’s Wife Is A Demon God’s Daughter

Tristan didn't know what to do. He kept pacing back and forth across his room, trying to contact his wife. Zhen-Zhen just hung up the phone without saying anything to him.

He was filled with fear and anxiety. He thought Zhen-Zhen was mad at him though he had not done something wrong. Tristan tugged his hair tightly in frustration. He hated himself.

He didn't want this to happen. He never imagined that Hannah would do this to him. Now, he was in trouble. Zhen-Zhen didn't want to talk to him right now as she was not answering his calls.

He sent her several text messages but she didn't reply to him. At that certain moment, Tristan had decided that if Zhen-Zhen would not talk to him until this morning then he had no choice but to go back home.

He didn't care anymore about resolving the problem with the investors. His main priority was to fix the misunderstanding between Zhen-Zhen and him. His relationship with his wife was his top priority!

Tristan slumped his body on the bed, closing his eyes. He wished he could just fly right now and be with his wife.

"Wifey… please don't get mad at me. I have done nothing wrong," Tristan mumbled softly while clutching his chest.

He didn't like this feeling. He was missing her badly and she was mad at him. He wanted to explain more but she didn't want to listen anymore. Tristan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He remained still on his bed with his eyes closed. He didn't notice that a drop of tears already fell from the corner of his eyes. He was very sad. 

He wanted to do the right thing, that's why he told Zhen-Zhen everything. But it seemed that it didn't turn out the way he wanted.

"What should I do now? What I should I do? I miss you, wifey. I only love you. Don't you believe me? Why? Is this my punishment for playing around with women before?" 

Tristan felt very helpless, regretting his actions in the past. If he could just turn back the time then he would never do those things.

It did not take long when Tristan smelled a very familiar scent… the sweet scent of his wife. Since his eyes were closed, he didn't know that there was someone standing on the side of his bed, watching him.

Tristan's lips curled up into a bitter smile. "Am I imagining things again? I can smell my Zhen-Zhen as if she is just here by my side."

He turned to grab and pillow. He hugged the pillow, imagining that it was Zhen-Zhen he was holding in his arms right now.

Tristan felt a movement on the edge of his bed as if someone had just sat down. After a few seconds, a soft hand began caressing his face, wiping the tears in the corner of his eyes.

At that moment, Tristan knew he was not imagining things anymore. He just felt a hand touching his face. He flung his eyes open only to see the face of the person he was missing the most.

Zhen-Zhen was there, looking at him with mixed emotions in her blue eyes. 

"Tristan…" she gently called him out.

Tristan was dumbfounded for a moment. He closed his eyes only to open them again. He blinked several times just to make sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him once more.

But Zhen-Zhen didn't disappear from his sight. She was still there. His bewildered expression was replaced by joy and longing.

Tristan was about to speak something when Zhen-Zhen immediately sealed his lips with a passionate kiss.

Moments ago, she was mad because of what happened but not because of Tristan. She was angry because Hannah tried to steal her man… her husband. Now she understood Hannah's feelings when she did that to Andrew.

She thought her heart was going to burst because of anger but the moment she saw Tristan in that state, her anger and other negative emotions just disappeared. Her love and longing for him overpowered her.

She even heard his last words that were filled with anxiety, uncertainties, and fears. She knew that Tristan was sincere and she believed him.

She didn't say anything on the phone because she wanted to talk to him in person. She didn't waste any more time as she asked FaMo for help. FaMo brought her to Tristan.

When Tristan recovered from the shock, he immediately responded to her, matching the intensity of her kisses. He missed kissing his beloved woman. He endured it for several days now.

His hands reached out to hold her face and the back of her head, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Both of them were thirsty for each other. They kissed each other as if they hadn't seen each other for ages.

They were gasping for air when they broke the kiss. They paused for a moment, just staring at each other's eyes. No one spoke between them. Their eyes were already communicating with each other, expressing their feelings.

Tristan sat up and pulled her against his body, engulfing her into a tight embrace. He planted soft kisses on her head. He didn't want to let go of her. He was hundred percent sure and certain that the one in his arms right now was Zhen-Zhen, his wife.

'She came to see me using her power.' he thought to himself.

Tristan felt touched. He was really glad to see her right now. Even if Zhen-Zhen was mad at him, he was fine as long as she was here by his side. He could explain to her personally.

"Wifey, I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong. I should have kept my distance from Hannah. I should have avoided her. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you mad. I'm really really sorry, wifey! Please forgive me." Tristan apologized to her over and over again. 

His grip on her body tightened. He just wanted to stay like that, hugging her and feeling her warmth.