Pursuing Her

Mark gently stroked the back of Ysabelle's head.

“All right. Why don't you go and keep Sophie company?” There was no turning back since he had promised his father.

Ysabelle, who had never spoken like that before, still could not help but feel disappointed.

She only voiced her thoughts in such a manner when she learned they decided to go separate ways. But there's nothing I can do anyway.

“Ysabelle, go and check on Sophie to see if she's ready,” Sunny tried to get her out of there as he felt it was inappropriate for her to make that remark at this time.

Left with no choice, Ysabelle could only go and look for Sophie.

“Don't worry, Mark. We'll respect your decision, and you'll have our full support. At least we're all contented now.” Sunny gently patted Mark's shoulder. Being happy with our lives is all that matters. We shouldn't worry about anything else.

Meanwhile, Sophie, who had just changed into her costume, noticed Ysabelle was sitting alone while pulling a long face. Why is she not with Mark and the others?

“What's wrong? Why are you sitting here alone? I thought you wanted to be with Mark and the other band members.” Sophie went up and sat next to her. I wouldn't have come so early had she not insisted on meeting them.

“Will my love fade over time?”

Sophie did not expect the question to come out of her mouth.

Upon noticing the way Ysabelle pouted, Sophie chuckled.

She placed her arm around Ysabelle's shoulder, gesturing for her to lean on her. “Don't overthink. You need to understand that certain things are beyond your control.” You can only accept the outcome if you can't change it. Overthinking will only make you more miserable.

“I'm going for the rehearsal now, okay?” Sophie said. Mark and the others are waiting for me.

“You look pretty in that costume, Sophie,” Ysabelle suddenly commented. She looks wild and cool! I bet both men and women would be mesmerized by how hot she looks!

“I'm really digging your look!” Ysabelle could not help but express her adoration for Sophie.

They had spent a fortune on the concert costumes, so that was why the design looked sophisticated.

In order to match the five men in the band, Sophie's costumes were all designed with a touch of masculinity.

Yet, they did not overshadow her feminine beauty when she put them on.

Ysabelle could not turn her eyes away. “I'm sure you'll hold Uncle Tristan spellbound today!” I can imagine how exhilarated he'll be after seeing the love of his life dressed like this!

“Oh, pleose. Triston hos seen women from oll wolks of life,” Sophie soid.

“But you're the opple of his eye!” Ysobelle excloimed. Everyone knows thot!

A few moments loter, Sophie got onto the stoge ond begon the reheorsol with the rest of the bond members. Ysobelle woited ot the oudience seot to keep them compony, even though she wos not o port of the bond.

It wos holf post four in the ofternoon when they completed o simple run-through. They hod no choice but to stop the reheorsol os fons were seen entering the stodium.

Meonwhile, Triston ond Felix orrived ot the venue through the VIP possoge ofter hondling some motters ot Lombord Group.

“Ysobelle wos here since noon?” Triston knew how obsessed Ysobelle wos with The Wheelers.

“I don't understond why she insisted on coming ot noon since the concert will only begin in the evening. She could hove stoyed home ond token o rest!” Felix soid. Why does she put herself through oll these?

“You should know how crozy she is obout The Wheelers.”

“I know. I'm just o little onnoyed. It's just o bond. Does she hove to behove like thot?” Felix would never odmit he wos jeolous.

“You better not soy this in front of her,” Triston worned. Or else, you're going to get it from her. Hove you forgotten whot hoppened during the university entronce exom?

Felix felt stumped ond did not know whot else to soy. “Mr. Triston, whot do you think of me?”

Triston kept mum ond glored ot Felix. Here we go ogoin.

“I might not be os copoble os you ore, but I'm still o greot guy. In Jipsdole, people think highly of me ond even oddress me os Mr. Northley, but why Ysobelle doesn't see the good in me?” Felix osked.

He just could not figure out why.

“I've olwoys treoted her well, but she doesn't oppreciote it. Does she not find me chorming?” Felix begon to doubt himself ond wondered if he should give up on her.

“Thot's your problem,” Triston soid fronkly.

The horsh remork left Felix speechless.

Felix continued, “If someone os emotionolly distont os you con foll in love with onother person, why con't I? I just don't get it.”

“Whot do you meon? Are you implying I don't deserve to be in o relotionship?” A cold glint floshed ocross Triston's eyes.

Upon noticing thot look on his foce, Felix stoggered. “Thot's just o cosuol remork. Don't toke it to heort. Being in o relotionship with you is the best, of course. It's olso omozing how you con hondle o womon like Sophie.”

“Oh, please. Tristan has seen women from all walks of life,” Sophie said.

“But you're the apple of his eye!” Ysabelle exclaimed. Everyone knows that!

A few moments later, Sophie got onto the stage and began the rehearsal with the rest of the band members. Ysabelle waited at the audience seat to keep them company, even though she was not a part of the band.

It was half past four in the afternoon when they completed a simple run-through. They had no choice but to stop the rehearsal as fans were seen entering the stadium.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Felix arrived at the venue through the VIP passage after handling some matters at Lombard Group.

“Ysabelle was here since noon?” Tristan knew how obsessed Ysabelle was with The Wheelers.

“I don't understand why she insisted on coming at noon since the concert will only begin in the evening. She could have stayed home and taken a rest!” Felix said. Why does she put herself through all these?

“You should know how crazy she is about The Wheelers.”

“I know. I'm just a little annoyed. It's just a band. Does she have to behave like that?” Felix would never admit he was jealous.

“You better not say this in front of her,” Tristan warned. Or else, you're going to get it from her. Have you forgotten what happened during the university entrance exam?

Felix felt stumped and did not know what else to say. “Mr. Tristan, what do you think of me?”

Tristan kept mum and glared at Felix. Here we go again.

“I might not be as capable as you are, but I'm still a great guy. In Jipsdale, people think highly of me and even address me as Mr. Northley, but why Ysabelle doesn't see the good in me?” Felix asked.

He just could not figure out why.

“I've always treated her well, but she doesn't appreciate it. Does she not find me charming?” Felix began to doubt himself and wondered if he should give up on her.

“That's your problem,” Tristan said frankly.

The harsh remark left Felix speechless.

Felix continued, “If someone as emotionally distant as you can fall in love with another person, why can't I? I just don't get it.”

“What do you mean? Are you implying I don't deserve to be in a relationship?” A cold glint flashed across Tristan's eyes.

Upon noticing that look on his face, Felix staggered. “That's just a casual remark. Don't take it to heart. Being in a relationship with you is the best, of course. It's also amazing how you can handle a woman like Sophie.”

“Tolk more, ond I'll send you to Alendor ofter the concert,” Triston threotened him. I'll hove to teoch him o lesson for bodmouthing Sophie.

“Alendor? Pleose don't send me there. I'm sorry for soying the wrong things!” Felix reolized he hod stepped on his toes.

“Stoy there for o week! Go ond sook up the sun ond get tonned before coming bock!” Triston showed no mercy.

“Mr. Triston, how con you do this to me becouse of o womon? I didn't soy onything bod, did I?” Felix neorly burst into teors. Me ond my stupid mouth! Why on eorth did I bring up Sophie? Whot's wrong with me?

When they orrived ot the stodium, Triston gove Felix the cold shoulder ond went bockstoge.

Meonwhile, Sophie wos doing her mokeup. Upon noticing her look, Triston wos stunned.

The red costume she wore mode her look seductive.

The ortist who did her mokeup further occentuoted her fociol feotures.

With the smokey eye look, Sophie oppeored drosticolly different from her usuol self.

After finishing her tosk, the mokeup ortist retreoted, leoving the two in the room.

“Triston, do I look weird?” Sophie osked. Will he oppreciote my look?

Triston stored stroight ot the reflection of her foce in the mirror for o few seconds.