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 is

us to be so

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

he answered

silent while the ladies in the crowd

heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too

trying to

Mr. Tristan. Let me hold

bear the sight of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before exiting

was little being so close to

so angry that her face

did

I think

too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although

Tristan loosened

be appropriate to take

her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over

Ysabelle

said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go

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

think anyone present was

Felix made no answer and merely looked

he possibly give me the chance

can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie up to her

murmured to Ysabelle and the others

and opened the door, she turned

pressed

on in and get some

herself at a

by him again? This man is really… Why does

room because you want to invite me to sleep with

then went into her room and

the first time anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a

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

was thoroughly agitated by the sight

thought she would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping he would spare

his face faded the

rest,” he

icy manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how he

“Why her?”

question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into

It has nothing to do with his family background. My love for him