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 into a

want to huddle under the covers and chat with

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

was remiss of me. I shouldn’t have asked

a heinous man who

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

with such a look in your eyes.” He really couldn’t withstand further temptation, albeit her doing nothing

him with that particular gaze, desire inexorably blazed within

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

have no bedtime stories. How about I tell you about

I can use such a method to have her understand me

could someone like him have bedtime stories

and the others. Once upon a

some incidents that had taken place while they were part of

of them

to him talk about his

heavier, and

at her beautiful sleeping countenance, Tristan pulled the duvet over

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

you sleep for a

should have the privilege of going to work a bit later, no? Besides, it’s still so

plating breakfast at the side

only need three to four hours of sleep

to

As long as it was something she disliked, Tristan would change it all. “All right, come and

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly.

then sat down across from him. Taking a piece of

dishes, only coffee and

really liked eating bread and

still preferred a somewhat modern

Whenever he had

The Crown to buy breakfast early in the

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

so I went there to buy them for you.

and she only ate more for breakfast. Hence,