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.

well, then. Since you’re so handsome, everything you say

Tristan, this dance doesn’t require us

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

he answered

while the ladies in the crowd started buzzing with

as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to

right! Is she trying to seduce Mr.

me hold him

longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine

the man she had harbored feelings for since she was little being so close to another woman was too

so angry that her face

stopped, Tristan still did not want to let

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 them, I already have enough trouble on

loosened his

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

also had her fill of dancing,

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to

it from her, Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to

help me see Sophie to her room. There are many people

not think anyone present was

no answer

could he possibly give me the chance

here with you. I’ll send

murmured to Ysabelle and the

Sophie reached her room and opened the door, she

and pressed a kiss to

Go on

herself at a loss for words once

This man is really… Why does he keep kissing others

to go into the room because you want to invite me to sleep

Sophie uttered curtly, then went into

he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged at the corners of his

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

by

would see him

“Mr. Tristan…”

name, hoping he

face faded the

rest,”

he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how

“Why her?”

have asked that question. After all,

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