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.

well, then. Since you’re so handsome,

dance doesn’t require us to

pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be doing

he answered

in the crowd started buzzing

heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx!

right! Is she trying

Mr. Tristan. Let me hold him

turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before exiting the

little being

also so angry that her face turned

did not

Tristan, I think that’s enough,” said

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

Tristan loosened

right. It wouldn’t be appropriate to take

also had her fill of

Ysabelle handed a

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

to her room. There are many people here who’ve been eyeing

did not think anyone present

Felix made no answer and merely looked at

the chance to do such a

here with you. I’ll send Sophie

to Ysabelle and

her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said, “Goodnight,

forward and pressed a kiss

Go on in and get some

herself at a

man is really…

go into the room because you want to invite

curtly, then went into her room and shut the door

time anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind.

from drinking her glass of wine, she

was thoroughly agitated by

had never thought she would see him so

“Mr. Tristan…”

his name, hoping he

face faded the moment he

rest,”

manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan

can’t help it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for him is pure and