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

require us to be

in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be doing it on

does,” he

the ladies in

is a minx! It’s too shameful to witness!” someone

right! Is she trying to

of Mr. Tristan. Let me hold

dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before exiting

harbored feelings for since she was little being so close to

was also so angry that her

Tristan still did not want to let go

think that’s enough,”

I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of them, I already have enough trouble on

loosened his

appropriate to take things too far.

had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

is your keycard.” Ysabelle

Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest first. Happy

help me see Sophie to her room. There are many

think anyone present

no answer and merely looked

could he possibly give me the chance to

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

and the others before leaving with

her room and opened the door,

forward and pressed

goodnight kiss. Go on in and

found herself at a loss for words once

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

hesitating to go into the room because you want to invite

curtly, then went into her

yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a

drinking her glass

by

would see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping

on his face

some rest,”

words was worlds apart from how he had said them to

“Why her?”

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

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