Pursuing Her

On the way back, Sophie began to wonder if her impulsive action had exposed her. I hope I didn't arouse his suspicion.

Nonetheless, she was relieved that he did not question her.

Upon returning to Wisteria Apartments, Sophie prepared a warm bath for Tristan.

“You should take a bath too. You must be exhausted since you've been working the whole day,” the man said in a deep, sensuous voice.

Sophie nodded.

“Okay,” the young girl responded. Unlike how she had behaved when operating the computer earlier, she now looked docile and lovely.

Upon seeing the adorable look on her face, Tristan walked over and gave her a gentle hug.

“Sophie, you've worked really hard today! I must say I'm impressed by your computer skills. Have you taken part in any hackathons before?”

“Nope. I just read a few books about computers because I'm interested in them!” Sophie replied with an innocent look. No one would suspect she was lying.

“That's right. My dear Sophie is exceptionally brilliant. She could easily take a renowned hacker down by just reading a couple of books.”

Upon hearing that, Sophie expressed her dismay. “What do you mean? Why do I feel like you're implying something? I just wanted to help since I noticed you were not feeling well. But if you don't want me to interfere in Lombard Group's matters, I'll stay out of them.” It's not a big deal, anyway!

Tristan immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. Oh, no, she misunderstood my words.

“That's not what I meant. I was trying to commend you. What were you thinking? Did I not tell you I'll believe you in everything you do?” I still meant what I said.

Sophie, too, realized she had overreacted.

Feeling embarrassed, she said, “Mr. Tristan, I only went with you today because I was worried about you.”

“I know and I'm touched.” Tristan knew she was worried about him.

For the first time, Tristan realized there was finally someone who sincerely cared about him and did not expect anything in return.

“Go and take a bath, then!” Sophie was not an unreasonable person. She decided not to harp on the matter since Tristan had clarified he did not mean anything else.

“All right.” Tristan went straight to the bathroom without saying anything else.

After he was done bathing, he glanced at the clock and realized it was already half-past eleven. I wonder if she has fallen asleep.

He went to her room and noticed she was still sitting on the couch. What is she busy with?

When Sophie heard someone open the door, she looked up and gazed at the man. No one, including Tristan, could resist those mesmerizing, sparkly eyes.

“Didn't I tell you to rest early? Why are you still awake?” Sophie asked, looking slightly upset.

“I can't sleep, so I decided to come and keep you company!”

His answer rendered Sophie speechless for a moment. Oh, well. All right. I don't need someone to keep me company, but I suppose he doesn't want to be alone. People are at their most vulnerable when they're sick, right?

No one would ever associate Tristan with vulnerability, but it was undeniable that he was under the weather.

“Come here,” Sophie instructed.

Tristan walked over and lay next to her. Instead of snuggling into the blanket, he just stayed by her side.

Sophie flipped over the blanket and said, “Come in here. Or else you might feel worse tomorrow!” His flu will get more serious if he doesn't keep himself warm.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!” We're just sharing a blanket. It doesn't mean we're doing anything beneath it!

“Okay!” Sharing the same blanket with her got Tristan excited.

“Do you feel better now? If you still have a headache, I'll go to the pharmacy and buy you some medicine now!” Sophie said. It'll be disastrous if he develops a fever in the middle of the night.

Tristan shook his head while allowing her to lean on his shoulder. “Don't worry about me. I don't feel uncomfortable at all.”

“Really?” Sophie was still worried about him. After placing her palm on his forehead and realizing he did not have a fever, she heaved a sigh of relief.

“You must tell me when you fall ill again,” Sophie reminded him. Mr. Tristan may be a powerful man, but he'll still feel miserable when he falls sick, right?

“All right.” Tristan sounded as meek as a lamb.

His unusual response nearly drove Sophie mad. How I wish I could pamper him like a little boy! He'll probably throw a fit if he finds out what's running through my mind.

Seeing that Sophie had zoned out for a while, Tristan knitted his brows. “Am I disturbing you?”

“Nope.” Sophie felt a tad uncomfortable lying beside a mature man and sharing a blanket with him.

They lay so close to each other that she could smell the faint scent of the body shampoo lingering on the man's body.

Under such circumstances, anyone's imagination would just run wild no matter how innocent he or she was.

“All right. Shut your eyes. I can't do anything to you anyway, so don't worry,” Tristan promised.

All of a sudden, Sophie chuckled. “Mr. Tristan, you don't have to emphasize that over and over again.” You can't? That's quite an ambiguous statement. You know that, right?