Pursuing Her

“To be honest, if I didn't have so much to deal with, I really would have liked to go with them,” Sean confessed.

He was still incredibly anxious and had the feeling that something would happen.

It was the same feeling that he had experienced when Tristan went to Horington.

“That's enough, Sean. You don't need to worry anymore, really. I feel like you're overthinking it. Trust me. Nothing will happen,” Charles reassured.

He had been in the industry for so long and had met all kinds of people, not to mention encountered all kinds of situations.

Sean raised a glass of red wine. “Okay. I really hope that's the case.”

He truly didn't want any of them to get hurt.

Charles raised his own glass to clink it with Sean's.

“It clearly is. You shouldn't force yourself too much, Sean. Your workload is already so intense. How about you rest for a while? Maybe you can let go of everything and completely clear your head. Go ahead and take a vacation,” he suggested.

Sean couldn't remember how long it had been since he last took a break.

In any case, it had been ages.

“Forget it. As if I have the time to take a vacation,” Sean scoffed. He shook his head. To him, holidays were unnecessary.

Ever since Ysabelle found out that Sophie was planning to go to Anglandur with Tristan, she had expressed her desire to follow as well.

“I want to go with you guys, Sophie. I don't want to be here alone. I'd be so bored and lonely on my own,” she complained.

She had felt so isolated back when she hadn't met Sophie.

To tell the truth, it was her biggest fear.

Since Sophie was only going for two days, she didn't even bring a suitcase with her. All she took was a black backpack.

Inside, there was a set of clothes for her to change into.

“I don't think you should go. They're going there for work. Why would you follow them there?” She had the feeling that it wouldn't be a safe trip.

That being the case, there was no way they could take Ysabelle with them.

Ysabelle sat on the couch with a teddy bear in her arms.

“Am I really not allowed to go, Sophie? It's the weekend, anyway, and there's only a week left until the university entrance exam. I keep doing the same practice questions over and over again every day,” she protested.

Anyone would get bored doing the same thing day after day. Not to mention, she didn't feel like it was very productive.

“Be good. If you really get bored, then look for Mark and the others. Once the university entrance exam is over, I'm planning to let you debut. You still have a lot of things to study,” Sophie reminded. She had already planned out Ysabelle's future.

Seeing that Sophie truly didn't intend to bring her along, Ysabelle could only pout and respond, “Okay! In that case, have fun while you're there. Remember to get me a gift when you come back.”

Sophie was rendered speechless.

Why would a pampered girl like her need a gift? She can have anything she wants.

“What do you want?” Sophie asked.

“I'll take anything you get me. Don't worry. As long as it's from you, I'll like it,” Ysabelle replied with a smile.

Sophie enjoyed seeing how carefree Ysabelle was.

Truthfully speaking, she liked easy-going people like Ysabelle, who had nothing up their sleeve. Interacting with people like that gave her no pressure at all, which allowed her to be at ease.

“Okay.” Sophie had always been more than happy to fulfill Ysabelle's requests.

“To be honest, Sophie, if you were a man, I would have fallen for you. There's no way I would have let Uncle Tristan have you,” Ysabelle stated.

Unfortunately, that was only wishful thinking.

Sophie caressed her head. “Even though you're a girl, I like you a lot.”

Upon hearing that, Ysabelle felt as if her heart was melting away.

She pressed her hand against her chest. “Do you know how fatal you can be, Sophie? I'm begging you. Don't say things like that to me. I'll fall in love!”

Whenever she was with Ysabelle, Sophie's laughs were all genuine.

No longer was she the same ice-cold person.

Ysabelle always said that she was incredibly lucky to have met Sophie.

Honestly speaking, though, Sophie thought she was fortunate to have met Ysabelle as well.

The reason why Tristan was going to Anglandur was because of an urgent matter in the company. Thus, they were going there using his private jet.

“You seem to be very rich indeed, Mr. Tristan,” Sophie joked when she saw the private jet in front of her.

“Do you want one, too? I'll buy you one if you do,” he offered.

Immediately, she shook her head. “Are you joking? Why would I need a private jet for?”

“Trust me, Sophie. If you had nodded your head, I really would have given you a private jet,” Tristan declared. He did have that kind of power, after all. He would give Sophie anything she asked for.

She stared at him and could tell from the doting look in his eyes that what Felix had said was true.

“Seriously, Tristan, I don't need a private jet. Don't you dare get me one,” she warned. There was no need for her to have one. It wasn't like she knew how to pilot it.

Tristan held onto her and said, “Come on. Let's board the plane.”

“Okay.”

As Felix watched Tristan tugging Sophie into the plane, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Why am I always the one getting hurt? I want a sweet romance, too.

After he boarded the plane, Felix wanted to sit with them. After all, it would be way too boring to sit alone.

However, before he could even take a seat, Tristan shot him a cold look.

Felix felt rather dejected.

Am I not allowed to even sit with them? We're on a plane. It's not like they can do anything.