Pursuing Her

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.

Since you’re so handsome, everything you say

this dance doesn’t require us to be

together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie

does,” he answered

silent while the ladies in the

is a minx! It’s

right! Is she trying

Let me hold him instead,” another lady

longer, Winter turned

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

so angry that her face turned

music stopped, Tristan still did not want

think that’s enough,”

and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself

loosened

appropriate to take things too far. I mustn’t

had her fill of

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle

said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest first.

Felix, help me see Sophie to her room. There are many people here

did not think anyone present was worthy

no answer and

me the chance to

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

Ysabelle and the

her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan

and pressed a kiss to

Go on in and get some

herself at a loss for words

him again? This man is really… Why does he keep kissing others so

go into the room because you want to invite me to sleep with

curtly, then went into her room

yet he did not appear to

and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine,

thoroughly agitated by the sight of

him so besotted, and it left her

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping he

face faded

rest,”

icy manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how

“Why her?”

knew she should not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into

really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his