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 handsome, everything you

require us to be so

bodies were pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be

he

in the

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

trying

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

them 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 another woman was too much

also so angry

stopped, Tristan still did not want to let go of

I think

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

loosened his

right. It wouldn’t be appropriate to take

fill of

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard

said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to

her room. There

not think anyone present was

Felix made no answer and merely

possibly give me the chance

with

Ysabelle and the others

room and opened the door, she turned toward

leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her

kiss. Go on in and get

at a loss for words

get kissed by him again? This man is really… Why does he keep

into the room because you

into her room and shut the

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

as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile on

was thoroughly agitated by the sight of

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

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping he would

on his face faded the

some rest,”

words was worlds apart from

“Why her?”

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

like him. It has nothing