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.

Since you’re so handsome, everything you say

this dance doesn’t require us to be

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

does,” he

ladies in the crowd

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

Is she trying to seduce Mr.

me

Winter turned and grabbed a glass of

feelings for since she was little being so close to another woman

angry that her

still did not

Tristan, I think that’s

much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of them,

Tristan loosened

It wouldn’t be appropriate to take things

had her fill of dancing,

Ysabelle handed a

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

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

anyone present was worthy of

answer

me the chance

stay here with you.

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and the others before leaving with

and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said, “Goodnight, Mr.

forward and pressed a kiss to her

Go on in and get some

found herself at a loss

I just get kissed by him again? This man is really… Why

the room because you want to invite me

lost,” Sophie uttered curtly, then went into

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

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

by

never thought she would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping he would spare her

face

some rest,” he

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

“Why her?”

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

It has nothing to do with his family background. My