Pursuing Her

Sophie made her way straight to Tristan's office, finding him still buried in paperwork.

He had been falling behind on work these days.

“How much longer do you need?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Just half an hour, tops,” he replied.

“It's all right. I don't have anything to do tonight, so take your time. Do you need me to help?” Sophie offered to assist with the work, knowing she was more than capable to peruse the documents.

“No need. You've been working all afternoon at Tanner Group. You must be exhausted. Just wait for me over there,” he said, gesturing toward the seating area.

Sophie wasn't having it. “No way. I want to stay here with you,” she insisted, behaving willfully, which was a rare sight.

Tristan had never seen this side of her before and found it intriguing.

“But your leg has just recovered. It's best that you don't stand around for too long,” he reminded her, concerned for her health.

“Then I'll wait for you over there,” Sophie conceded, making her way toward the seating area as she didn't want to worry him too much.

As she settled in, her phone rang. She frowned when she saw it was Charles, for it was unusual for him to call since they were merely acquaintances.

“What is it?” she answered, getting straight to the point.

“Sophie, I've never asked for anything from you before, but now, I need a favor,” Charles said urgently.

Although Charles was often unreliable, Sophie knew that as Tristan's assistant and the second son of the Quigley family, he wouldn't beg for help unless something serious had happened.

“Just tell me what it is,” she replied. They were friends, after all, and Sophie was in a relationship with Tristan, so she wanted to do what she could to help.

“My grandpa is very ill, and he wants to meet Winter. I know she was wrong in the past, but I hope she can come home this time no matter what,” Charles explained.

“Okay, got it,” she agreed, willing to help out.

Sophie thought that it was reasonable for a grandparent to want to see their grandchild when they were ill.

“But Mr. Tristan...” Charles said nervously.

He knew that Tristan only ever listened to Sophie, which was why he threw caution to the wind and made the call.

“I will talk to him about it. Let her come back, but tell her to behave herself. You know how Mr. Tristan is. I'm worried that whatever I say will be useless if she does anything reckless again,” Sophie replied.

Tristan was quite an easygoing person, but not even Sophie could appease him if someone crossed the line.

Things would get ugly when that happened.

“Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on her when she returns. Besides, I think Winter understands that she can't force someone to love her after the incident. She should be sensible enough to let go now,” Charles said.

“Okay.” Sophie didn't comment further and hung up.

Sean patted Charles on the shoulder when he saw how relieved the latter looked. “See, didn't I tell you? Sophie is nice.”

Moreover, they were Tristan's friends, and Sophie was always kind to his friends.

“I know she's nice. I'll go and arrange for Winter to return to the country.”

Grandpa is seriously ill this time, and with Christmas approaching, I'm hoping he'll make it through.

Even though Juan was Walter's favorite, Charles couldn't turn a blind eye to Walter's condition. At the end of the day, Walter was still his grandfather.

“Don't worry. Everything will be fine,” Sean said in an attempt to console his friend.

He knew that one couldn't fight fate. No matter how rich or powerful one was, one would eventually succumb to sickness and death when one aged.

There was nothing anyone could do about it.

Meanwhile, all the way in Anglandur, Winter cried tears of joy when she found out she could finally return home.

“Charles, is Grandpa very ill?” she asked, concerned for her grandfather, whom she knew adored her. She was, after all, not a heartless person.

“Don't think too much about it. I've arranged for someone to book your flight ticket home and will send you the details in a bit. You don't need to prepare anything. Just come straight home,” Charles said, trying to console her.

“Okay, got it. Thank you, Charles,” Winter replied, grateful for all that Charles had done for her.

Tristan finally agreed to let Winter return home.

She never wanted to leave her home country ever again after her difficult experience surviving alone in a foreign country, especially when the first country she landed in was Alendor.

“Okay. Winter, I must remind you, don't act so recklessly this time, and stay away from people you can't afford to mess with.”

Winter kept quiet at that.

“You should know by now that Mr. Tristan doesn't like you, and there's nothing you can do about it. In fact, what you do will only make him hate you more.”

“Okay, Charles. Don't worry. I know what to do. I won't put you on the spot.”

There was nothing she could do no matter how reluctant she was to accept reality.

She would have to wait until she returned home to sort things out.