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?”

corners of Tristan’s mouth curved into a

you want to huddle under the covers and chat

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

of me. I shouldn’t have asked

look like a heinous man who

Tristan found himself all too similar to such a kind of

look in your eyes.” He really couldn’t withstand further temptation,

long as she looked at him with that particular gaze, desire inexorably blazed within

to the past. He hadn’t heard

I tell you about my stories in the business world throughout

use such a method to have her understand me

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

the others. Once upon a time, we were even sent to

speaking of some incidents that had taken place while

four of them

Sophie listened to him talk about his past,

increasingly heavier, and she

beautiful sleeping countenance, Tristan pulled the duvet over her

bed. When she went downstairs after washing her face, she surprisingly

sleep

the CEO of Lombard Group, he should have the privilege of going to work a bit later, no?

breakfast at the side of the dining

need three to four hours

to have at least eight hours of

I’ll change henceforth.” As long as it was something she disliked,

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly.

down across from him. Taking a

the breakfast dishes, only coffee and hash browns were to

never really liked eating

still preferred a somewhat modern style of

was natural without being the least bit pretentious. Whenever he had breakfast with her, he could

Crown to

a distance to The Crown from there. A round trip would take around forty minutes. Yet, he had driven over and

that you like their coffee and hash browns, so I went there to buy them for

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