Anything For Her

Chapter 63 A Goodnight Kiss

“Mr. Tristan.” The man was immediately petrified when he saw Tristan.

F*ck! She’s his woman, and she was even in his room. I’m doomed.

“Get lost,” Tristan growled.

“Sure thing. I’ll leave right away.” With that, the man disappeared without a trace.

Everyone in Jipsdale knew their days would be numbered if they dared to cross Tristan, and the man had no wish to meet a sticky end.

Under the crowd’s envious gazes, Tristan extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation. “May I have this dance?”

Sophie placed her hand in his, silently agreeing to dance with him.

Tristan held her hand and led her onto the dance floor, then placed one hand on her slender waist while resting the other on her shoulder.

As the other ladies watched Tristan hug Sophie’s waist, a thought surfaced in their minds. They wished Sophie would disappear at once and that the person in Tristan’s arms was them.

“D*mn it! Why is it Sophie again? How is she so lucky?” one of them whined.

“Yeah! How could she end up with the man of my dreams?”

Another choked out through bitter sobs, “This is going to make me cry myself to death.”

“I won’t let that little minx get away with this!” Danielle hissed through clenched teeth, her fingers gripping the stem of her wineglass so tightly as if she was going to crush it.

Winter was also still among the crowd. I thought I’d get the opportunity to dance with Tristan, not expecting I’d still lose to Sophie in the end.

“Forget it. There’s nothing we can do about her,” she said.

“What are you talking about, Winter? What do you mean by there’s nothing we can do about her? She’s just a member of the Tanner family. What could she possibly be capable of doing?”

“You’re no match for her.”

Danielle was enraged. “You… Don’t look down on me, Winter. Just you wait and see how I’ll make her suffer.”

Winter knew Danielle would not be able to stir up much trouble. Nonetheless, the latter was capable of causing Sophie some minor upsets, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Sophie were twirling away on the dance floor in effortless harmony. It was their first time dancing together, yet they made for a completely compatible pairing. “Mr. Tristan, I didn’t think you had what it took to cause a national crisis,” Sophie remarked.

“What do you mean?”

“Sir, don’t tell me you can’t tell that all the ladies here are thinking of sinking their teeth into me and ripping me to pieces,” Sophie replied, deliberately emphasizing the word “sir.”

“They’re just jealous that you’re much more beautiful than them. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

His response rendered Sophie speechless.

Since you’re so handsome, everything you

this dance doesn’t require us to be so

uncomfortable proximity,

does,” he

ladies in the crowd started

as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too

she trying

Let me hold

the sight of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine

man she had harbored feelings for since she was little being so close

also so angry that her face turned

still did

Tristan, I think that’s enough,”

certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of them, I already have enough

loosened

be appropriate to take things too

had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over

Ysabelle handed a keycard

her, Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room

to her room. There are

did not think anyone

no answer and merely looked

give me the

can stay here with

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and the others before leaving with

and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said, “Goodnight, Mr.

forward and pressed a kiss

kiss. Go on in

a loss

just get kissed by him again? This man is really… Why does he keep

hesitating to go into the room because you want to invite me to

into her room and

was the first time anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear

drinking

agitated by the sight

had never thought she would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping he would spare her a

the smile on his face faded the moment he saw

some rest,”

icy manner in which he uttered those three words was

“Why her?”

she should not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into

really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do