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Bella seemed to see her son's dislike of the room from the look in his eyes.

She could only smile sympathetically at him while gently stroking his hair. Then, she leaned closer and whispered, "Baby, can you just accept it... And pretend that you like the room?"

Bella worried that Tristan would be disappointed if Dax were honest with him. She could sense happiness flash in Tristan's gaze. Besides, she also felt touched by his effort to quickly provide this room for their son.

Dax blinked, looking at his mother, trying to understand her meaning.

"—Well, at least your daddy already made an effort to create this special room for you, dear..." She gently continued her words, trying to convince him.

"Hmm," Dax nodded and smiled at his mother before gazing at Tristan. "Dad... I like it," he said, smiling even though it seemed forced.