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?”

mouth curved

under

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

of me. I shouldn’t have

like a heinous man

such a kind of person

look at me with such a look in your eyes.” He really

looked at him with that particular gaze, desire

back to the past. He hadn’t heard that

tell you about my stories

such a method

 Right. How could someone like him have bedtime stories in his

a time,

that had taken place while

of

listened to him talk about his past, she gradually

grew increasingly heavier, and she

countenance, Tristan pulled

bed. When she went downstairs after washing her

sleep for a while

should have the privilege

then, Tristan was plating breakfast at the

only need

isn’t enough. It’s best to have at least

as it was something she disliked, Tristan would change

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly.

from him. Taking a piece of hash brown, she started

the breakfast dishes, only coffee

had never really liked eating bread and drinking

still preferred a somewhat modern style of

was natural without being the least bit pretentious. Whenever he had

went to The Crown to buy breakfast early

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

noticed that you like their coffee and hash browns, so I went there to

she only ate more for breakfast. Hence, he naturally had to try every means possible