Bewitched His Soul

A few years later.

Tristan was in his study room attending an important meeting and had told everyone not to disturb him. Slowly the door opened, and Tristan frowned, ready to scold whoever dared to ignore his command.

When the door opened, there stood a four-year-old girl who was tightly clutching her favorite doll in her right hand.

She had an oval face, her skin was fair and tender, and her eyes were the same shade of black, just like Ava's. She was wearing a strawberry printed frock, and her shoulder-length hair was tied into two pigtails.

Tristan's anger immediately evaporated upon seeing his little girl, and a tender expression crossed his face.

"Dada…," the little girl called in a sweet honey voice.

"Hazel… come here princess," Tristan opened his arms, not caring that the other party was still on a video call. The girl immediately ran to him and voiced her complaint.

"Jelly hand broken, fix it," Hazel said, seriously as she shoved the doll into Tristan's hand. He pretended to carefully examine the doll whose name was Jelly.

"Hmm... looks like Jelly is badly hurt, we have to perform a big operation," Tristan explained.

"Do it," Hazel pleaded to her father.

"But I am in the middle of an important meeting. How about I do it later?" Tristan suggested. The little girl easily agreed to his suggestion but instead of leaving, she climbed into Tristan's lap and placed the doll on the table. So he adjusted her seat and turned towards the laptop screen, going back to his old self.

"Sorry for the interruption, you may continue," Tristan said sternly.

His business associates could not believe that the ruthless businessman Tristan Ambrosio could even have such a tender side.

The people-watching thought if such a cute little girl asked them for something, they would not be able to ignore her request, so how could Tristan not give in to his daughter's demand?

For years they had seen many beauties trying to chase Tristan, but he was a cold-hearted man who rejected all of them mercilessly. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he announced his marriage.

What was even more surprising was that his wife was very young and a college student. He always wore his wedding band and during business trips he was regularly on call with his wife and kids.

He was very devoted to his family and did not entertain any temptations. Looks like Tristan was striving not only in professional life but also in his personal life.

When Travis was two years old, they found Ava was pregnant. They had decided not to have any more kids, but sometimes accidents happen, so they welcomed their second child with open arms. Tristan's grandma was thrilled to have more kids at home.

The big surprise was that they were going to have a girl, for about five generations, only males were born in the Ambrosio clan.

Tristan rejoiced when his daughter was born, of course, he was happy when his son was born, but with a daughter, it was something extra.

He distributed sweets to the whole hospital and even gave lavish gifts to the doctors in charge of her birth.

When he was not working, then the baby would always be in his arms. Since the baby spent more time with Tristan, she grew more attached to her father.

His daughter was the exact replica of Ava not only in looks but also in behavior. She was so obedient and did not trouble her parents much.

Tristan had appointed two nannies for his daughter, and if she was hurt under their observation, then they were harshly punished, for not doing their job correctly. Tristan could not tolerate when her small fair knees and elbows got hurt, those big drops of tears easily pierced his heart.

Like Ava, she cried loudly when she got hurt. Tristan wanted to shield his daughter from all the ill things in the world. He wanted to protect her innocent and naïve nature from everyone.

His daughter had a sweet mouth which made everyone agree to her requests. Especially Grandma and Grandpa were totally wrapped around her pinky finger. Each visit filled the house with more toys.

His daughter would cutely say thank you and widen her arms, telling how much she loved them. These gestures would melt everyone's heart, and they became even more eager to satisfy her wishes.

Tristan loved his daughter a little bit more than his son. He pampered and spoiled her to bits. He was never able to say no to his daughter. Even Travis was instructed not to disturb him while working, but his daughter was an exception to his rules.

His daughter had hidden her face in his chest and was playing with his coat while he attended the meeting. Once the meeting ended, he took the doll and fixed its hand. He can throw the doll away and buy her a new one, but unfortunately, his daughter loved her old toys.

She viewed him as some kind of hero or a superman who can fix anything on the earth. So whenever she encountered any sort of problem, she came to Tristan to solve it.

"Yay! Yay! Thank you, dada," the girl jumped and screamed happily. Tristan's face softened, and he picked up in his arms.

"Let's go and see what your brother is doing," Tristan said.

"Play hide and seek," Hazel demanded.

"Oh you want to play hide and seek with your brother?" Tristan pinched her checks. Hazel nodded and pointed her finger towards the door, asking to walk quicker.

Travis had just finished his homework and was going to play with his friends. When Hazel spotted her elder brother, she got down from Tristan's arms and ran to him.

She held Travis's hand, and said loudly," Brother play..', Travis was about to refuse, but his father was behind her, and Tristan gave him a stern glare, telling him not to disappoint his baby sister.

"Okay, let's play..", Travis answered, having no choice.

"Dada plays..", Hazel pulled Tristan's hand asking him also to join them.

Tristan sighed helplessly and removed his coat, getting ready to play. All the three played hide and seek, there was laughter and giggles, which turned into a pleasant evening.

Tristan did not even play these types of childish games even when he was young, but here he was ready to do anything, just to see a smile on the face of his little princess, Hazel Ambrosio.