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

require us to be so close together,

together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that

does,” he

while the ladies in the crowd started

Just as I thought, Sophie is

trying to seduce

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

any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine

little being so close to another woman was too much

angry that her face

stopped, Tristan still did not want

Tristan, I think that’s

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

Tristan loosened his

be appropriate to take things too far. I

of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

keycard.” Ysabelle

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

help me see Sophie to her room. There are many people here who’ve been eyeing

did not think anyone present was worthy

answer and merely

me the chance to do such

with you. I’ll send

murmured to Ysabelle and the others before leaving

opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and

pressed a kiss to

on in and get some

a loss

did I just get kissed by him again? This man

go into the room because you want to

then went into her

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

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

thoroughly agitated by the sight

would see him so besotted, and it

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping

the smile on his face faded

rest,”

words was worlds apart from how he had said them to

“Why her?”

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

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