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

Tristan, this dance doesn’t require us to

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

he

fell silent while the ladies in

is a minx! It’s too shameful to

trying to

me hold him instead,”

dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed

harbored feelings for since she was little being

also so angry that her face

Tristan still did not want to

I think that’s

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

Tristan loosened his

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

her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked

your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

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

Sophie to her room. There are many

did not think anyone present was worthy of

made no answer

give me the

can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie

to Ysabelle and the others before leaving with

door, she turned

leaned forward and pressed a kiss

kiss. Go on in and

herself at a loss for

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

you hesitating to go into the room because

uttered curtly, then went into her room and

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

drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile on

agitated by the sight of

would see him so besotted, and it

“Mr. Tristan…”

his name, hoping he would

the smile on his face faded the moment

some rest,” he

icy manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how he had said them to

“Why her?”

have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into his private

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