Changing Only For Her Novel

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.

so handsome,

doesn’t require us to

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

he answered

in the crowd

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

trying to

Tristan. Let me hold

any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before

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

angry that

stopped, Tristan still did not want

think that’s

in the limelight too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no

Tristan loosened his

appropriate to take things too

her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

“I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest

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

did not think anyone present was worthy of

answer and

he possibly give me the chance

here with you.

to Ysabelle and the others

door, she turned toward

leaned forward and pressed a kiss

kiss. Go on in

herself at a loss for words

kissed by him again? This man is

room because you want

Sophie uttered curtly, then went into her room

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

as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw

agitated by

she would see him so besotted, and it left her

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping

the smile on his face faded

some rest,” he

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

“Why her?”

asked that question. After all, Tristan

him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for him is pure and