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,

Tristan, this dance doesn’t require us to be so close together,

proximity,

does,” he

ladies in the crowd started buzzing

is a minx! It’s too

trying to seduce

Let me hold him

dancing any longer, Winter turned and

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

was also so angry

still did not want

I think

certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies.

Tristan loosened

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

of dancing, Ysabelle walked

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard

from her, Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to

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

not think anyone present was

Felix made no answer and merely

could he possibly give me the chance

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

to Ysabelle and the others before

her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said,

leaned forward and pressed a kiss

goodnight kiss. Go on in and get some

found herself at a loss

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

matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room

lost,” Sophie uttered curtly, then went into her room and shut the

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

returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw

thoroughly agitated by the

see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

his name, hoping he would spare her

on his face

rest,” he

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

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into his private

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