Pursuing Her

Chapter 48 Delicate Skin

A heavy downpour suddenly started while Sophie was on the way back.

As she had not brought an umbrella, nor had she gotten the Tanner family’s driver to send her back, she ended up getting drenched by the rain.

After she returned to Wisteria Apartments, she took a shower and felt a slight headache.

Sophie settled onto the couch and watched TV. She did not know how much time had passed, but by the time she woke up the next day, it was already past nine o’clock.

She felt groggy and lethargic, so she nestled on the couch again after boiling a cup of hot water.

Her phone rang, and she answered the call upon seeing that the caller was Ysabelle.

“Why didn’t you come to school, Soph?” Ysabelle sounded very worried on the other end. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m fine.” As soon as Sophie spoke, she realized that her voice had changed and her throat was hurting badly.

“Did you catch a cold?”

It took some effort for Sophie to reply, “Yes. Please help excuse me from class. I won’t be going to school today.”

Every time she had a cold, she did not like to take medicine.

It doesn’t matter if I do or not, it’ll still take me one or two weeks to recover, so it’s no use taking medicine at all.

“Okay. I’ll do that. Why don’t I take the day off and head over to keep you company?” Ysabelle suggested.

“No need for that. Focus in class. I just want to sleep, so it’s pointless for you to come here.”

“All right, then. I’ll hang up now. Remember to drink more warm water.”

In actuality, Ysabelle wanted to say that accompanying her for a nap was also fine!

After all, warm water cures all diseases.

After explaining Sophie’s absence to Derrick, she posted on her Instagram: My best friend is sick, and I’m so bored alone. How I wish I was sick too!

Felix was constantly keeping an eye on Ysabelle’s Instagram, so as soon as she made that post, he immediately knew about it and called Tristan.

“Where are you, Mr. Tristan?” he asked the moment Tristan picked up the call.

If I do Tristan a favor now, he’ll also help me in the future! I still have a long way to go to win Ysabelle over!

“At the Lombard residence. What’s the matter?” Tristan was having his breakfast at that moment and had an urgent meeting to attend not long after.

“Sophie is sick, and she should be alone in Wisteria Apartments right now!”

“Got it.”

win over when they are sick,

could not be bothered to listen to Felix’s

could not help but frown when he saw

weekend, and you’re still going

“Mhm. Something came up.”

his silver Lamborghini to Wisteria Apartments. On the way,

Tristan rang the doorbell, but no one came to

discovered Sophie lying on the

down and crouched beside

I’ll take

opened her eyes, she was

told you that you’re extremely handsome,

seemed to be delirious as she reached out to touch

for a moment. Am I, a mature man of twenty-eight,

delicate skin.” Sophie’s hand gently stroked

more than to pounce on

as soon as he touched her forehead, he immediately came to

a high fever right now! How can I have such an

her to change into a new set of

there. I never go to the hospital when

After all, he could still get his private doctor

her on the bed, he immediately called the

you had

her condition, she probably hasn’t

Sophie shook her head.

wanted

was the same when she was in Horington. She

Sophie. You’d better behave

be angry about when I’m sick? If you think it’s troublesome, you can

he think he is? What right does he have

Tristan’s anger instantly

for my poor behavior. Be good and have some

Sophie harrumphed.

Be a good girl and have some

not stay angry and allowed him to feed her

her some cold and fever medicine. He then left after

then, Sophie had

it on the bedside table. He then sat on the bed and helped her up to

Sophie was jolted awake.

“What are you doing?”

“Take your medicine.”

the

“Open up.”

not help but frown upon seeing the pills. Those white pills scared her the most as she could tell from one look that they were

be honest, she was not afraid of knives and guns. However,