“Are you sure about this?” Bertram could not explain why, but his gut instinct continued to cast doubts over Charles’ suggestion. “I didn’t offend you earlier, did I, Mr. Quigley? You’re not digging my grave here, right?”

Sure, Bertram may have never been in a relationship, but he was no fool.

Charles merely retorted, “Don’t you know how many women I’ve dated in the past? Trust me; my plan is foolproof. In any case, I can’t force you to change your mind if you don’t believe me.”

Alas, Bertram was all out of options. Charles’ idea was his only and best shot.

“Fine. I’ll take that advice.”

When they finally sat down to eat, Bertram boldly sat beside Sophie.

He launched into a string of praises. “Ms. Tanner, Mr. Tristan has waxed poetic about you for a long time. He clearly likes you very much! I must admit, I’ve never met a young woman as beautiful as you in my life!”

As he spoke, he carefully observed Sophie’s expression.

“Oh, really?” Sophie replied curtly while glancing at Bertram. This was actually her first time meeting him.

All she knew of Bertram was that he was Tristan’s right-hand man. For reasons unknown, she had never met him until that day.

She shot Tristan a questioning look.

What is your right-hand man up to?

Bertram realized Sophie’s disinterest in him. Neither the length nor quality of his conversation could capture her attention.

He promptly changed tack and stopped speaking. Instead, he would use his actions to show his adoration for Sophie.

He began piling her plate high with food.

His behavior caused Tristan’s frown to deepen. What is Bertram trying to do?

Curiosity and irritation got the better of Tristan, and he interrogated his right-hand man, “What are you up to, Bertram?”

Bertram’s hand froze in the middle of adding another morsel of food to Sophie’s plate.

I felt compelled to do some nice

totally off! Mr. Quigley can’t seriously be sabotaging

lips, though it merely heightened

sputtered, “Did I make a mistake, Mr. Tristan? I really didn’t mean anything else by

stop amused laughter from

at his friend in realization. Charles must be responsible for Bertram’s

I’m more than happy to make that happen! Both of you can stay here

Charles’ face

a small prank. Did he have to

sorry, Mr. Tristan. I swear it. Please

in Chanaea. I can’t waste my prime

waiter and got Sophie a clean plate, which

the same time, he asked coolly, “Bertram, still thinking of

heart almost stopped

in Ms. Tanner’s good graces. Please don’t leave me here. I’m very sorry

wanted nothing more than to beat Charles up for

to something when he suspected Charles

Charles, Bertram added, “Mr. Quigley told me to do all this. None of this was my idea, Mr. Tristan!” Hmph! Don’t think I’m so easy

should stay behind too,

there was no better way to satisfy his itch than

Mr. Tristan. Please, I was just joking around with him.

was struck speechless

shameless can

had already made up his mind, and it

let him off the hook, Tristan would follow suit. He quickly

great that

words were a prelude to forgiveness. And perhaps she might spare me from

hopes by answering, “Since you’re admitting to your wrongdoing, you should readily

here, Mr. Tristan? I truly think Bert meant well by

Bert?

narrowed, expressing his displeasure at his

might faint from the

I haven’t offended you recently, have I? How could you do this to me?” Charles continued to wail over

instead of eating, Tristan piped up,

“Okay.”

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