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.

so

us

closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had

he answered

in the

Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to

trying to seduce Mr.

Let me hold

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

for since she was little being so close to another

angry that her

stopped, Tristan still did not

I think that’s enough,” said

be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish

loosened his

wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too

had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

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

see Sophie to her room. There are many

did not think anyone present

Felix made no answer and merely looked at

me the chance to do such

piped up, “Felix can stay here with

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and

her room and opened the door, she turned toward

and pressed a kiss to her

on in

found herself at a loss for words once

him again? This man is really… Why does he

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

curtly, then went into her room and shut

anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead,

was next to Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking

thoroughly agitated by the sight of

would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping he would spare her

his face faded the

rest,” he

in which he uttered those three words was worlds

“Why her?”

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

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