Chapter 13 Flirting

“I can walk on my own.” While he was carrying her, their faces got closer to each other. If she looked up, her lips would brush across his chin.

Her heart began to beat out of control, and her ears began to grow hot.

Ysabelle was stunned. She had never seen Tristan treat anyone so well. Even at home, he was always cold, and even his grandfather was annoyed at him for it.

Tristan didn’t give Sophie the chance to refuse. He gently put her on the hospital bed, then checked on her infusion tube.

“Okay. It’s time for your evening self-study,” Tristan said to Ysabelle.

“Uncle Tristan, I don’t want to go. If I hadn’t brought Sophie to the pasta outlet, she wouldn’t end up like this. I’ll stay and accompany her.” Well, it wouldn’t matter if I missed one session of self-study.

Tristan looked at her and didn’t speak.

“Uncle Tristan.” He looks so scary.

“I’m okay now, Ysabelle. I’ll go back after the infusion.”

“No!” Tristan and Ysabelle exclaimed in unison.

“I’m really fine.”

“Sophie, it’s all my fault. You must stay in the hospital and get well. Otherwise, I will feel very guilty.”

“You should recuperate in the hospital. I’ve already informed the school that you’re taking the day off.” Tristan declared. How could she be so calm even after her surgery?

Tristan stopped forcing Ysabelle to go to class. If Ysabelle is here to accompany her, she should feel more at ease.

The VIP ward Tristan arranged for Sophie was a suite equipped with a bathroom and a kitchen.

At half past nine in the evening, Felix came to pick up Ysabelle.

“Uncle Tristan, I won’t be going home tonight! I want to stay with Soph. I don’t want her to be alone in the ward. It’s sad.”

Whenever Ysabelle was sick, her parents and grandparents would stay by her side.

However, Sophie didn’t have anyone close to her, which was really sad.

“Felix will take you home. I’ll get someone to look after Sophie.”

looked at Sophie

couldn’t help but laugh. To her, Ysabelle’s

to have more to say, but Felix dragged

but Sophie didn’t care much about it

Tristan hadn’t left. She raised her head to look at him and said, “Mr. Tristan, you may go. I don’t need anyone to take care of

worry about me. Sleep if

“What do you mean?”

here and

who could cause Jipsdale to tremble with one word

and Tristan was worried that she might be

didn’t have

a yes, and called someone to deliver oatmeal from

oatmeal arrived in a thermal insulation container

with oatmeal, sat beside

“Ahem!”

been calm,

Group, a prominent

I can eat by myself.” She didn’t know how to

knew that she wasn’t used to it,

in a hurry. He wanted to give her time

Tristan handed her the bowl

tasted pretty good. Hence, she slowly finished

“Want some more?”

“I’m good. Thank you.”

felt pretty awkward when Tristan, a person unrelated to her, cared for her

go. This

her with a blanket and

“Mr. Tristan?”

another man. Although it was

Are you not tired

Sophie remained silent.

before too. Maybe the Lombard family is really serious about

was quiet, and only the alternating

Sophie fell

faint breathing and knew she was asleep, he got up and walked

baby. It made him feel like protecting her no matter what so she would

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