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.”

at Sophie

alone.” Sophie couldn’t help but laugh. To

more to say, but Felix

still there with Sophie, but Sophie didn’t care much about it and played

“Mr. Tristan, you may go. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” It was just a minor surgery. Besides, I can already get out

about me. Sleep

“What do you mean?”

here

Jipsdale to tremble with one word wanted to stay and accompany

Sophie hadn’t eaten anything yet, and Tristan was worried that

good.” Sophie didn’t

that as a yes, and called someone to deliver oatmeal

in a thermal insulation container instead of a takeaway

filled a bowl with oatmeal, sat beside Sophie, and put the spoon near her

“Ahem!”

who had always been calm, was stunned

Lombard Group, a

myself.” She didn’t know how to deal with

that she wasn’t used to it, so he

a hurry. He wanted to give

handed her

tasted pretty good. Hence, she

“Want some more?”

“I’m good. Thank you.”

when Tristan, a person

Tristan, you may go. This

I don’t mind sleeping on the couch for one night.” Tristan covered her with a blanket and lay down

“Mr. Tristan?”

another man. Although it was a ward instead of a room, she still

wrong? Are you not tired

Sophie remained silent.

his life before too. Maybe the

only the alternating sound of their breathing could be

passed and Sophie fell asleep in a

Tristan heard her faint breathing and knew she was asleep, he

while asleep, just like a baby. It made him feel

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