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

require us to be so close together,

pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan

he

silent while the ladies in the crowd started buzzing with

the heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to

Is she trying to seduce Mr.

Let me hold him instead,” another

the sight of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed

for since she was little being so close to another woman was too much

so angry

music stopped, Tristan still did not want to let

think that’s enough,”

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

loosened

appropriate to take things too far. I mustn’t act

fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

Ysabelle handed a keycard

I’ll go to my room to

me see Sophie to her room. There are

not think anyone present was worthy of

no answer and merely looked

could he possibly give me the

here with you. I’ll send

murmured to Ysabelle and

door, she turned toward Tristan and

forward and pressed a

goodnight kiss. Go on in

found herself at a loss for words

get kissed by him again? This man

the matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room

uttered curtly, then went into her

time anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged at the corners of his

room was next to Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw

agitated by the sight of

had never thought she would see him

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping he

smile on his face

rest,”

three words was worlds apart from how he had said

“Why her?”

have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others

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