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

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

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

does,” he answered

in the crowd started buzzing

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

she trying to seduce Mr.

Tristan. Let me

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

harbored feelings for since she was little being so close to another woman was too much for

was also so angry that

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

think that’s enough,” said

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, I already have enough trouble on my

loosened his

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

of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

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

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

think anyone present was

made no answer and merely looked

me the chance to do such a

piped up, “Felix can stay here with you.

Ysabelle and the others

door, she turned toward

and pressed a

on in and get some

found herself at a loss

kissed by him again? This man is really… Why does he

into the room because

Sophie uttered curtly, then went into her room and shut the

so brusquely, yet he did not

Winter returned from drinking her glass

agitated by the sight

had never thought she would see him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

his name, hoping he

smile on his face faded the

some rest,” he

which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how he

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all,

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