Pursuing Her

“You, on the other hand—”

“Anything works. You can take my life as long as you agree to spare them,” Quinton interjected hastily.

He actually loved his family dearly.

However, he was an uncultured man who had no idea how to express his feelings.

“If you're afraid of affecting your relationship with Mark, I can take my own life,” he offered, not wanting to arouse any conflict between them.

Sophie shook her head. “No need for that. You just have to watch your behavior from now on.”

That was her objective for meeting him today. After making things clear, she was prepared to leave.

“I...” Quinton trailed off hesitantly. I don't have to die?

That had never crossed his mind. After all, he was already prepared to die before coming here.

Tristan glanced at him.

“Mr. Tristan, I...”

Sophie might be done, but Tristan had yet to say anything. Will he spare me for real?

Tristan uttered, “Since my girlfriend has made a decision, I won't lay a hand on you. Stay away from us. Otherwise, you might suffer if I happen to be in a foul mood.”

He wasn't in a good mood now, but he had promised Sophie that he would respect her decision.

Sophie held his hand gratefully, for she knew it was hard enough for him to make a compromise for her.

That was the only way she could offer him comfort.

“I'm fine. I wouldn't have let him go easily if I were in your shoes, but since I've given you my word, I won't interfere,” he assured her.

Tristan would respect each and every of her decision.

“I know.”

Of course, Sophie knew what he was thinking about.

They had been together for some time, so she assumed she knew him well.

“Thank you. Don't worry, for I promise to be obedient.” Sophie shot him a wink.

Sophie had always been cold and indifferent in public, but she had learned how to act adorable in front of Tristan.

Tristan reminded her, “Don't learn those stuff from Ysabelle. You are you. No matter what you do, I won't get mad.”

Warmth spread across Sophie's heart as she flashed him a smile.

“I won't want to make you sad,” she teased.

Tristan nodded. “By the way, since my dad has found out about you, we should meet up with him for a meal.”

They would have to meet one day.

William must be waiting for them to initiate a meeting after learning about Sophie.

“Sure,” Sophie agreed readily.

They were in a stable relationship, so it was time for her to meet his father.

“What does your dad like? I shall prepare a gift for him.” Sophie knew it wasn't polite to show up at his house without a gift.

“Don't worry about that. I'll prepare everything you need. For the next few days, get some rest at home. You shouldn't head to classes for now,” Tristan advised.

He was still worried about her.

Sophie protested, “I'm fine, Mr. Tristan. You don't have to worry.”

I was drugged, and now I'm perfectly fine. Why are they acting as though I was critically ill?

The new semester had just begun, so there were many things going on at both Jipsdale University and the University of Medicine.

Sophie wanted to learn everything necessary as quickly as possible instead of wasting more time here.

Meanwhile, Ysabelle's song went viral.

No one knew what had happened, but it suddenly became popular. In the blink of an eye, Ysabelle was now the goddess of nerds.

Felix was upset to read the comments the nerds made about Ysabelle on Twitter and Reddit.

Ysabelle belonged to him. He wanted nothing more than to make them blind so they would stop gawking at her.

Ysabelle came back home to see Felix staring at his phone on the couch. She had no idea what made him that engrossed, for he had a weird expression on his face.

“What's wrong? What are you reading?” she asked. As a public figure, she had to accept all sorts of comments.

Even if they were criticisms, she had to get used to them as soon as possible.

Felix pulled her over so she could sit in his lap.

“I know you love singing, and I support you, but it's uncomfortable to read these comments about you,” he grumbled.

How dare they call her a woman with youthful looks with big boobs? I shall find the netizen who posted that comment and make him pay the price.

“I suggest you stop reading these comments to avoid getting mad. The netizens can be rude or nice, and there are also many haters. There is no need to get mad at them. Look how furious you are. However, the netizen who made that comment had probably forgotten what he posted,” Ysabelle told him.

Felix huffed. “It looks like I'm not calm enough.”

He actually didn't mind what others said about him, but when it came to Ysabelle, he just couldn't tamper his emotions.

“All right. You're the only person I like. Does that work?” Ysabelle tried to placate him. It was pointless to care about what other people said about her.

“Mm.”

Meanwhile, Quinton told Mark that he wouldn't need to take over Emerald Gang anymore.