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.

then. Since you’re so handsome, everything you say

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

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

he answered

in

thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to

trying

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

any longer, Winter turned and

she was little being so

angry that her face

did not want to

Tristan, I think

no wish to make myself more enemies. Although

loosened his

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

had her fill of

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed

from her, Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go

Felix, help me see Sophie to her room. There are many people

think anyone present was

no answer and merely looked

could he possibly give me the

up, “Felix can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie

Ysabelle and

Sophie reached her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan

leaned forward and pressed a

kiss. Go on in and get

found herself at a loss for words

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

the matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room because you

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

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

room was next to Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine,

thoroughly agitated by the sight

him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

out his name, hoping he

his face

rest,” he

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

“Why her?”

not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

help it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing