Pursuing Her

If this had happened in the past, Willow would have immediately thrown a tantrum. However, upon recalling Clayton's request, she dared not lose her temper.

At that moment, her anger boiled over, but in order to continue being with Clayton, she had no choice but to please Sophie.

“Sophie, I really have something important that I need to talk to you about.”

Everyone began whispering among themselves when they saw Willow behaving in a self-abasing manner.

“Sophie, just ignore her. She must have some ulterior motives,” Ysabelle declared.

“Yeah! She's always acted like a condescending princess. This is the first time I've seen her like this.”

“A princess? Bullsh*t! She must have a severe case of princess syndrome!”!

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Willow's expression soured when she heard how the students of Senior Class 8 ridiculed her. How can they say that about me? Very well. I'll let it slide for now. When I become Clayton's wife, I'll make sure to teach them a lesson they won't forget. I will trample on their dignity someday in the future.

“Soph, I truly don't harbor any ill intention. As you know, I'm always concerned about you, but I'm just bad at expressing it. No matter what happens, we're sisters after all.” Willow managed to lie through her teeth without batting an eyelash.

“What do you want? Stop beating around the bush already!” What exactly is on her mind? Why can't she just cut to the chase?

“I—” All of a sudden, Willow truly had no idea how to get into Sophie's good books. “I think there's been a misunderstanding between us.”

“A misunderstanding? What's there to misunderstand? Can you swear that you've never tried to harm me?” It had happened in the past, and since it was such a long time ago and Sophie was not someone who quibbled over every little thing, she had not sought to settle the score with Willow. So why is she whining about it now?

Willow was rendered speechless.

“Sophie, I've never tried to hurt you. It truly was a misunderstanding!” Willow pleaded. Caught between a rock and a hard place, that was the only thing she could say.

When the others saw how shameless Willow was acting, they didn't know what to say.

“How can you be so shameless? I swear you're the most shameless person I've ever met.” Ysabelle was pissed. I bet she wants something from Sophie, or she'll never act like that!

“Okay, okay! You should just leave, Willow.” The students of Senior Class 8 could no longer bear to watch the scene. Willow may have forgotten the things she had done, but Sophie's classmates remembered them clearly.

Seeing how Sophie was completely ignoring her, Willow was at a loss for what to do.

“Let's talk next time,” she murmured.

“Get lost!”

The students from Senior Class 8 no longer wanted to entertain Willow.

“Sophie, can you help me decide which academy I should choose? My score is low!”

When the students of Senior Class 8 knew that Sophie excelled at information technology, they requested her help to analyze their test results in order to determine the best university for them to apply to.

Sophie was good at data analysis. In just mere moments, she provided her classmates with a list of applicable universities.

By the time they left school to attend a gathering, it was around six o'clock in the evening. Sophie received a phone call from Tristan on the way there.

“Don't eat spicy foods and watch out for your stomach,” Tristan reminded her worriedly.

“Mr. Tristan, I'm a capable adult. Don't worry. Moreover, the place we're going for the gathering is hygienic.”

“Okay, I get it. I've always known that you're an independent person, but I just can't help worrying about you.” Tristan could not control himself either. He often found himself thinking about her and having the urge to call her. At the same time, he couldn't stop being concerned about her well-being.

“Call me when you're finished. I'll go pick you up.”

“No, you don't have to! It will be pretty late by the time we finish. Also, we'll probably head someplace else after the gathering.” After all, it's the last time we're together as a class.

Though she wasn't that interested, she must still attend because Ysabelle had been looking forward to it.

“I'm at Wisteria Apartments and not too busy at the moment. Just call me when it ends. It's not safe for the two of you to return home on your own.”

Not safe? Am I just a weak little girl in his eyes? Did he forget that I've once defeated mercenaries in a fight?

“What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?” Tristan ventured cautiously when Sophie did not reply.

“Nothing. But I do feel like you don't know me at all, or perhaps, you only know me superficially.”

Perhaps the Sophie he was in love with was someone he had made up in his mind.

“What do you mean by that?” Tristan was flustered.

“Nothing much. Okay, we've reached the place. I have to hang up now. Talk to you later.” Ysabelle had already alighted from the vehicle and was already waiting for her outside.

Tristan lost his cool when he heard the beeping of the phone. Don't know her? What does that mean?

Felix was also at Wisteria Apartments at that moment. He had insisted on following Tristan because he assumed that the latter was going to see Sophie, and he wanted to tag along.