Pursuing Her

Chapter 55 Anticipating The Kiss

“Are you okay with it, Soph? We don’t have to play the game if you don’t want to.”

Ysabelle was certain that Sophie could do most things well, but throwing darts was a game that needed constant practice. I wonder if she ever played it before.

“It’s fine. We can play if that’s what you want.”

Sophie smiled warmly, and it was as though she was letting Ysabelle do whatever she wanted on her birthday.

“I love you so much, Soph,” said Ysabelle. In a way, Sophie was the perfect boyfriend material. “Seriously, if you’re a guy, I would marry you in a heartbeat.”

Sophie smiled without saying anything else.

“Ms. Tanner, you truly are incredible. It seems like you can do everything with ease.”

Winter was bidding her time and planning ahead. The higher the pedestal she put Sophie on, the more it would hurt when Sophie inevitably fell.

Sophie, however, didn’t think much of it. It’s just a game of throwing darts, so how hard can it be? I’ll just let her think that she’s winning for a little longer.

“Do you need Mr. Tristan to give you some private lessons beforehand? He was the one who taught you how to play pools the last time, right?”

“There’s no need for that. Since Ms. Quigley is that eager to lose, let’s just play.”

Sophie was truly irked by Winter’s behavior. After all, it shouldn’t matter what her relationship with Tristan was like. Winter still had no right butting in on the matter.

“Hah,” replied Winter. She couldn’t help scoffing. “Before that, though, let’s make things clear. This is just a game, so regardless of how things turn out to be, no one is allowed to hold a grudge, okay?”

“Winter, let’s just play. Why are you talking so much? What’s the point of saying all that, anyway?”

How have I never noticed that Winter is so annoying before?

“I’ll go first,” said Ysabelle. She stood up and tossed the dart right away.

“Ten points,” said Felix. He couldn’t help chuckling a little. Ysabelle’s skill is really… something else.

“What are you laughing at, Felix? Do you think you can do better? Fine, go on, then. You can go next.”

“Sure,” replied Felix. He stood behind the line, adjusted his stance, and threw the dart. “Twenty-five points. See that? That is how you do it.”

“Hmph!”

That good-for-nothing Felix is deliberately messing with me!

“Soph, it’s your turn.”

her way over. She picked up a dart and tossed

so, it managed to hit the

Everyone was instantly speechless.

their mind. My gosh, can

that good. Throwing darts is all about

was even

one who suggested the game, she had

lose the game. Only then would she be able to kiss

game. She figured that Tristan wouldn’t be able to complain even if

so well, Ms. Tanner. You must frequent clubs often

so that’s what she

trained with the special forces before, so games like that were

results were virtually

your turn, Mr.

was smiling brightly. Yes, I

should go ahead. I’ll be the last one,” said

first. There’s no way Tristan is that bad at throwing darts, right? At worst, he will definitely get

the right spot, grabbed a

the end, however, she got the worst result with only

so sorry. It’s been a while since I last played this game, so I under-performed,” said Winter sadly. She pretended to be

kiss the

your turn, Mr.

getting a

seem as though Winter wants to lose the game?

just you. She wants to lose so that she can kiss Tristan. Can

idiot to not know what Winter was

the hell? How shameless can that woman get? I can’t believe she came up with a plan like that. Does she really like Uncle Tristan that much? Ugh, this is so disgusting. She is not worthy

have put two and two together

can’t let her kiss Uncle Tristan, can

for us to do? This is about your Uncle Tristan, and no one can do anything if

that won’t do. Anyone else can kiss

two of you

and I are no longer friends, okay? I mean, did you see how she repeatedly goes

as Ysabelle was concerned, anyone who dared to go after her best friend would be deemed an enemy. She didn’t even care who

gracefully made his way over and picked up a

moved with

heart began thumping