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 say is

us to be

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

he

the ladies in the crowd started

is a minx! It’s too shameful to

Is she trying to

Let me hold him instead,” another lady

dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass

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

so angry that her face turned

music stopped, Tristan still did not want to

I think that’s enough,” said

in the limelight too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish

Tristan loosened

take things

had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

Ysabelle handed

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

help me see Sophie to her room. There are many

did not think anyone present was worthy

made no answer and merely looked

he possibly give me the chance to

with you. I’ll send Sophie

Ysabelle and the others

Sophie reached her room and opened the door, she

leaned forward and pressed a

on in and get some

found herself at a

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

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

into her room and shut the door behind

brusquely, yet he did not

Winter returned from drinking

agitated by the

see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping

the smile on his face faded

rest,” he

which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how

“Why her?”

have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

like him. It has nothing to do