Pursuing Her

Chapter 180 Too Ostentatious

When Tristan had finished the work at hand, he went upstairs. Unexpectedly, he glimpsed a shaft of light from the gap in Sophie’s room door.

He walked over and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on her door, Sophie placed her phone on the nightstand before going over and opening the door.

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

Puzzlement was written all over Sophie’s face. I wonder what else he wants at this hour.

“No, everything’s fine. I just saw that the light in your room is on, so I came to ask you what you were doing. Are you having trouble sleeping? It’s very late now.” She still needs to go to school tomorrow. Keeping such hours is too erratic, and it’ll be bad for health.

“No, I just talked on the phone with a friend. That took a bit of time, so I’m not asleep yet.”

“Oh, I see. In that case, sleep earlier. Or perhaps you’d like me to keep you company?” Tristan couldn’t resist the urge to tease her every so often.

Sophie said nothing.

Her usual response was silence.

“All right, I was just joking. Don’t take it to heart and don’t sleep too late.”

“I can’t sleep, Mr. Tristan. How about you tell me a story?”

How long has it been since someone told me a story? When we were young, Mom and Dad always loved to tell Willow stories, but they never gave me the same courtesy. Perhaps it’s because I’m too cold and indifferent that they aren’t close to me.

“So, you really can’t sleep? Did something happen that I’m unaware of? Do you mind sharing with me?”

“No, I just have a bit of insomnia. Tell me a story, will you?”

“Sure! It’s my pleasure!” Tristan was more than eager to draw close to her, so he naturally agreed when she proposed such a request.

Sophie lay down on the bed with a premier duvet over her. The duvet wasn’t all that thick, but it was exceedingly warm.

That was the best duvet, a conclusion drawn after Tristan had Felix compare the duvets of more than ten brands.

While she lay on the bed all toasty under the duvet, Tristan only had a white, thin sweater on him.

The central air-conditioning was running, but she didn’t set the temperature that high, so she had no idea whether he was cold.

“Are you cold?”

of Tristan’s mouth curved into a

huddle under

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

of me. I shouldn’t have asked

look like a heinous man who

similar to such a kind of person then, for he couldn’t help teasing her at

I got it. Don’t look at me with such a look in

looked at him with

cast his mind back to the past. He hadn’t heard that many stories when he

stories. How about I tell you about my stories in the

can use such

response, Sophie nodded. Right. How could someone like him have bedtime stories in

Once upon a time, we were even sent to the special forces

incidents that had taken place while they were

the four of them forged a

to him talk about his past,

eyelids grew increasingly heavier, and she eventually drifted

at her beautiful sleeping countenance, Tristan pulled the duvet over her before leaving

went downstairs after washing her face, she surprisingly discovered that Tristan was

you sleep

CEO of Lombard Group, he should have the privilege of going to

breakfast at

breakfast. I only need three to

to

it was something she disliked, Tristan

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly.

sat down across from him. Taking a piece of hash brown, she started nibbling on

only coffee and hash

liked eating bread and

preferred a

the least bit pretentious. Whenever he had breakfast with her, he could even eat

to buy

a distance to The Crown from there. A round trip would take around forty minutes. Yet,

hash browns, so I went there to buy them for you. It

ate more for