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.

you’re so handsome, everything you say

us to be so

proximity, and

does,” he answered

ladies in the

heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful

Is she trying

Mr. Tristan. Let me hold him instead,” another

Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before exiting the

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

was also so angry that her

music stopped, Tristan still did not want to

Tristan, I think that’s

too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of

Tristan loosened

appropriate to take things too

fill of

keycard.” Ysabelle

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

Felix, help me see Sophie to her room.

not think anyone

no answer

possibly give me the chance to

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

murmured to Ysabelle and the others before leaving

opened the door, she

and pressed a

on in

found herself at a

man is really… Why does he keep

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

uttered curtly, then went into her room

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

from drinking her glass of

thoroughly agitated by

never thought she would see him so besotted, and it left her

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping

face

rest,” he

manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for him