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

dance doesn’t require us

closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to

does,” he answered

the ladies in the

Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to witness!” someone

she trying to

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

dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of

harbored feelings for since she was little

angry that her face turned

did not want to let go

I think that’s

in the limelight 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,

Tristan loosened

appropriate to take things

fill of dancing,

this is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

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

Sophie to her room. There are many people here who’ve

not think anyone present

made no answer

could he possibly give me the chance

“Felix can stay here with you.

murmured to Ysabelle and the

her room and opened the door,

pressed a kiss to her

on in

at a loss

kissed by him again? This man is

the room because you want to invite me to

uttered curtly, then went into her

did not appear to mind. Instead, a

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

was thoroughly agitated by the

thought she would see him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping he

his face faded

rest,” he

in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others

can’t help it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My