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.

then. Since you’re so handsome, everything you say

doesn’t require us to be so

so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was

he answered

fell silent while the ladies in

I thought, Sophie is

she trying to seduce

go of Mr. Tristan. Let me hold

to bear the sight of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass

she had harbored feelings for since she was little being so close to

was also so angry that

music stopped, Tristan still did not want

I think that’s

no

Tristan loosened

to take things too

also had her fill of dancing,

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to

I’ll go

to her room. There are many people here who’ve been eyeing

anyone present was

Felix made no answer and merely looked

the

can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie up to her

Ysabelle and the others before leaving with

the door, she turned toward Tristan and

and pressed a

Go on in and get some

herself at a loss

man is really… Why does he

the matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room because you want to invite me to sleep

then went into her room and shut the door behind

time anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged at the corners

Winter returned from drinking her glass of

by the sight

she would see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

name, hoping he

smile on his face faded the moment

rest,” he

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

“Why her?”

question. After all, Tristan

can’t help it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his family