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, everything you

this dance doesn’t require us to be

moment, their bodies were pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be

he answered

the ladies in

thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s

Is she trying

go of Mr. Tristan. Let me hold

them dancing any longer, Winter turned

harbored feelings for since she was little being so close

also so angry that

still did not

Tristan, I think that’s enough,” said

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

loosened his

right. It wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too

of dancing, Ysabelle walked over

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle

Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest first. Happy birthday

room. There are many people here who’ve

not think anyone present was

no answer

possibly give me the

up, “Felix can stay here with you. I’ll send

murmured to Ysabelle and the others before

reached her room and opened the door, she turned

forward and pressed a

on in

at a loss

get kissed by him again? This man is

the room because you want to invite me to

then went into her room and shut

treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged

Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile

agitated by the

never thought she would see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping

his face

rest,” he

three words was worlds apart from

“Why her?”

knew she should not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for