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

doesn’t require us to be so

in uncomfortable proximity, and

does,” he

silent while the ladies in the crowd started buzzing

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

she trying to seduce

Mr. Tristan. Let me hold him instead,”

turned and

since she was little

angry that

Tristan still did not want to let

think that’s enough,” said

the limelight too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make

loosened his

take things

had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard

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

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

did not think anyone present was worthy of

made no answer and merely

he possibly give me the chance to do such a

here with you. I’ll send Sophie up

to Ysabelle and

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

forward and pressed

Go on in and get some

at a loss for words once

again? This man is really… Why does

you hesitating to go into the room because you want to invite

into her room and shut

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

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

was thoroughly agitated by the

see him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping he would spare her a

the smile on his face faded the

some rest,”

those three words was worlds apart

“Why her?”

she should not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked

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