Tristan felt that the blessing he received was unique and special, as it was not just any ordinary blessing, but one that came from Sophie.

When he was a child, the anticipation of Christmas filled him with joy and excitement. However, as he grew older, the magic and wonder of Christmas began to diminish, leaving him with a feeling of apathy toward the holiday.

Gathering as a family for a meal and visiting relatives was often seen as an obligation rather than an enjoyable experience.

Sophie didn’t like visiting relatives, so she allowed herself to sleep until past ten o’clock the following morning.

She thought Tristan would’ve left home to visit his relatives by then.

The Lombard family was extremely influential, so many relatives of the family would flock to their home during the holiday season to catch up and to show their respects.

To her surprise, she found Tristan preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Sophie was clad in a thin nightdress. The house was warm, so she still preferred wearing a nightdress, even in winter.

She leaned on the doorframe and watched him quietly.

Sophie was aware of the power of the man’s attractiveness, and it was impossible for her not to take notice of it. She had often lamented why such a handsome man had to exist.

Tristan was extremely alluring. Even when just standing there, he could somehow lead one’s imagination to run amok. Sophie loved his Adam’s apple the most.

She had to admit that his Adam’s apple was extremely sexy, giving her the urge to nibble on it.

“Are you up already? You really should get some more rest. There’s nothing we need to do today, so why don’t you just stay in bed? I’ll bring you breakfast later,” Tristan said affectionately.

“No need. I’m already up and about. I’ve had plenty of rest the past few days. Why didn’t you return to the Lombard residence? There should be many relatives visiting today, right?” Sophie inquired. Despite their personal preferences, as grown-ups, socializing with family was a necessity.

“Why would I return to the Lombard residence? I want to spend the holidays with you. Lincoln’s home, so he’ll deal with those relatives,” Tristan told her. Having an elder brother had its advantages, as it meant that any matters that the younger sibling disliked could be delegated to the elder brother.

“Oh, I see.”

told her. As they spoke, breakfast was

housekeepers go home for the

to work for him during the

had been working on

glimpsed the delicious breakfast he had prepared, her stomach growled in anticipation. They had watched the fireworks and arrived home late last night, so she was famished by

sense of deep contentment as he watched Sophie eagerly devouring her breakfast. In the past, he had been difficult to

gave him a piece of

should eat, too. You won’t fill up your stomach by watching me eat,” she

Watching you eat won’t fill up my stomach,” Tristan replied as desire burned in his gaze. He had been trying hard to tamp down his desire but eventually, he was no longer able to restrain himself in her

to eat

was shocked, as she had no idea he’d be

controlling himself even though

he insisted on waiting until they got

she chided. “Stop flirting with

discovered he was getting better at seducing her. It would only

atmosphere, and now it had started snowing heavily

filled the room with a pleasant warmth, and Sophie felt contented as she gazed out

on her wish list for some time, but

afraid of the cold, aren’t

a snowman due to her condition as he thought it would be better for them to spend some time together

to build a snowman,”

turn her down as she looked really

went upstairs to retrieve her down jacket and scarf. He made sure she was bundled up properly before they left the comfort

was brimming with

Tristan would have been willing to give up anything in the

quickly built a snowman. As the snowman came

even removed her hat to

completely numb, so much so that she couldn’t feel a thing while wearing her gloves, she was still

you cold?” Tristan asked in

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