Chapter 38 My Disciple

Tristan arranged the balls on the pool table and explained the rules of the game to Sophie and Ysabelle.

However, Ysabelle wasn’t interested in it at all.

“Can I not learn, Uncle Tristan?” she asked as she didn’t like the game.

“Sure. Why don’t you find something else to play with?”

After that, he guided Sophie on what to do, and the latter nodded as she listened to the rules.

“Do you remember everything?” Tristan asked.

“I’ll try.”

As she spoke, she picked up the pool cue to give it a go. Leaning over the table, Sophie aimed at the balls just as the man had instructed.

Seeing that her posture wasn’t correct, Tristan walked over and helped correct her.

With the position they were in right now, their bodies would press against each other even if only one of them were to move slightly.

Sophie wasn’t used to being so intimate with a grown man, and she couldn’t stop herself from getting distracted.

“Focus.”

Tristan was just as distracted, but he quickly calmed himself down.

I can’t let my imagination run wild. She’s only eighteen. I can’t think about those things.

I can wait for her to grow up.

“Okay.” Sophie tried her best not to let the man’s breath affect her.

“Aim at the balls. Your left hand should be this way, and your right like this. Yes, that’s right.”

“Tsk, tsk. I’ve never seen Mr. Tristan so patient before.”

Tristan could get a hang of things he was learning very quickly. However, not even Ysabelle, who was most loved by the Lombard family, had gotten such a hands-on class from him before.

Obviously, Winter also saw it, and she couldn’t help but clutch tightly onto her pool cue.

Charles patted her shoulder and said, “Winter, you’re my sister. There’s no man out there that you can’t get. Come on, let’s not think about him anymore. I’ll introduce someone good to you in the future.” He had been friends with Tristan for so many years. Naturally, he knew how the man’s temper was.

Winter smiled bitterly at that.

“I’m fine, Charles.”

is just taking care of her as if she’s his little

no matter how you see it, a girl like her isn’t worthy

been

hang of the game with just a

quickly. In just a short while,

let go of her hand, and the feel of

sigh once he

getting bigger. He didn’t seem to want

on her own. She knew the rules and also the postures, so it wasn’t difficult for

Winter came over and asked. Turning to Tristan, she added, “Why don’t you

I’ll teach my own disciple.

Winter

mean anything else. It’s just that Sophie is a girl,

he

the other side of the pool table. She only looked up

“I’m all right.”

fine if she’s okay with it. Go ahead and play with them, Winter. Didn’t you want to

she

doing

to

Sophie’s posture was wrong

top of her breasts was showing because

vixen always

away

clothes like this

and looked down at her

This shirt is really

“The collar’s too low.”

were acting as if there wasn’t

walked over to drag her

right. Stop looking.” What can she do even if she continues? No one can control what Tristan thinks

Winter bit her lip.

Mr. Tristan’s treating her so

on his mind. Just mind your own business. Don’t mess

like Mr. Tristan has already taken the girl under his wing. That

“I know.”

temperament? Nonetheless, she liked him and, thus, couldn’t stand seeing him treat other

hang of it

Tristan said, giving

that great! She can

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