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

require us to be

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

he

ladies in the crowd started buzzing with

the heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx!

Is she trying to seduce Mr.

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

of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a

was little being so close to another woman was too much

also so angry that her face turned

still did not want to

Tristan, I think that’s enough,”

to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m

loosened

right. It wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too far.

her fill of

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard

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

me see Sophie to her room. There are

anyone present was worthy of

answer and merely looked at

possibly give me the chance to do such a

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

murmured to Ysabelle and the others before

Sophie reached her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said,

forward and pressed a kiss to her

on

a loss for words

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

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

went into

yet he did not

next to Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile

thoroughly agitated by the sight of

would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping he

on his face faded the

some rest,” he

icy manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

like him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for him is pure and