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.

Since you’re so handsome, everything you say is

this dance doesn’t require us to be so

in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure

does,” he

while the ladies in the

the heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a

trying

me hold him instead,” another

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

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

also so angry that her

the music stopped, Tristan still did not want to let go of

Tristan, I think that’s

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

Tristan loosened his

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

had her fill of

is your keycard.” Ysabelle

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

room. There are many people here who’ve been

think anyone present was

made no answer and merely looked

he possibly give me the

“Felix can stay here with you.

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and

and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and

pressed

goodnight kiss. Go on

a loss for

again? This man is really… Why does he keep kissing others

you hesitating to go into the room because

Sophie uttered curtly, then went into her room

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

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

by the sight

would see him

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping he would spare

his face

rest,”

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

“Why her?”

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

nothing