Anything For Her

Chapter 216 I Prefer My Bed “If there’s nothing else, you can get lost now.” Ysabelle was aware that Yvette was there to cause Sarah trouble, so she was not friendly to the troublemaker. What’s there for her to be so smug about? The only thing she knows is how to cling to men. What makes her think she’s qualified to gloat in front of Aunt Sarah? In spite of her exasperation, Yvette maintained an awkward smile on her face. Coincidentally, Juan walked over to them, for some time had passed since he last saw Sarah. All this while, she would always appear in his circle, but now, one month had gone by without them seeing each other. Hence, knowing where she was, he naturally dropped by to check on her.

“Juan, you’re here. I was just talking about you with Sarah,” Yvette remarked in a sarcastic tone. Juan only nodded in response as his gaze remained fixed on Sarah. It’s been a month since I last saw her. She has grown more beautiful since then. “It’s been a long while,” Juan said to Sarah, who simply responded with a smile. Not that long. It has only been a month. “Juan, can I invite Sarah to be my bridesmaid for our wedding?” Juan shot a glance at her. “Whatever you wish.” Juan had no idea why Yvette had to bring up the wedding all of a sudden, but he didn’t mind as long as it made her happy. “Ysabelle, Sophie, let’s go back there. Tristan must be anxiously looking for us.” Sarah got to her feet, for she had no desire for any drama. After all, Yvette was someone who utterly disgusted her. Upon Sarah’s cue, Ysabelle and Sophie stood by Sarah’s side with one on the left and the other on her right, as if they were her bodyguards. At the same time, Ysabelle stared daggers at Yvette.

“What right do you have to get Aunt Sarah to be your bridesmaid? Who do you think you are?” Yvette is nothing but a small-time artist who only knows how to seduce men. Yvette’s expression drastically changed. Is this girl looking down on me? The one thing that she hated the most was someone scoffing at her. “She—” After being ridiculed, Yvette turned toward Juan for comfort. “All right now, Sarah certainly doesn’t have time to be your bridesmaid given her busy schedule. Anyway, there’s something I need to do. You have fun here.” With Sarah gone, there was no reason for him to stick around. When she saw Juan leave at the same time as Sarah did, Yvette grimaced in anger. What does he mean?

Who gave her the right to look down on me? However, before she could spill the wine, her hand was caught by a young girl. Sophie, who had been watching all along, had noticed the insidious expression on Yvette’s face. She was someone who cared about those who were important to the people she loved. Since Sarah was Ysabelle’s aunt and Tristan’s sister, Sophie naturally considered her someone close. As a result, she wasn’t going to tolerate anyone bullying the former. “What are you doing? Let go of me.” Just when Yvette wanted to pull her hand free, she realized it wouldn’t budge one bit.

for? Get her to release me. Otherwise, there’s going to be trouble when Juan arrives. I’m sure you know how much he loves me, don’t you?” “All right now, Sophie, let her go.” Even though Sarah, too, felt the urge to teach Yvette a lesson, she never laid a finger on the latter just because the latter was Juan’s girlfriend. With a forceful tug by Sophie, the wine spilled all over Yvette’s body. In fact, the impact was centered mostly around her chest. Yvette was consequently enraged. Da*n you,

quieten down. When Tristan saw how she was, he sympathized with her. “What’s wrong? Are you sleepy?” At that moment, Sophie’s beautiful eyes seemed to be clouded by a layer of mist. “Mmm-hmm, a little.” If she wasn’t with Tristan that evening, she would already have left. After all, it was pointless to stay any longer considering how boring the event was. “Let’s go.” Tristan proceeded to have someone bring their jackets. Although it was warm in the building due to the heater, it was still freezing cold outside. As the Quigley family’s servants brought Tristan and Sophie’s coats, he received them and helped Sophie into hers. After that, he even buttoned up for her attentively. Only when he was done did he put on his own jacket. “Mr. Tristan, it’s still early. Are you already leaving?” Charles rushed over the moment he heard that Tristan was about to go. “Mmm-hmm, she’s tired.” Nothing was more important to him than her well-being. Charles was speechless. He’s just trying to make us jealous. “Fine. Since Ms. Tanner is tired, you guys should head home first.” After all, Walter, too, had gone to