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

this dance doesn’t require us to be so close together, does

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

he

the ladies in the

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

Is she trying to

Let me hold him instead,” another

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

since she was little

also so angry that her

music stopped, Tristan still did not

Tristan, I think that’s enough,” said

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, I already have enough trouble

Tristan loosened

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

fill of dancing, Ysabelle

keycard.” Ysabelle handed

Belle. I’ll go

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

anyone present

Felix made no answer and merely

he possibly give me the chance to do such a

with you.

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and the others before

her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said, “Goodnight, Mr.

pressed a kiss to

kiss. Go on

at a loss

This man is really… Why does he

the matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room

then went into her room and

yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged at the corners of his

drinking her glass of

was thoroughly agitated by the sight

never thought she would see him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

his name, hoping he would spare her

on his face faded the moment he saw

rest,” he

words was worlds apart

“Why her?”

that question. After all, Tristan disliked

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