Pursuing Her

At that moment, Sophie had no choice but to call Ysabelle.

“What’s wrong?” Ysabelle thought something had happened to Sophie when the latter had not returned after so long.

“My period came,” was all Sophie said. The rest was understood tacitly since there was already an unspoken understanding established between the two. It was not the first time that happened, anyway.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” Ysabelle had brought her bag out with her that day, and it contained sanitary pads.

Seeing she was going to leave, Felix hurried after her.

“What’s up? Where are you going?” It was too chaotic out there; he was worried she could get into trouble if she was alone.

“It’s nothing. Sophie’s in the washroom, and I’m going to check on her.” Ysabelle spared Felix the details of the situation.

Before she left, Tristan handed her an exquisite-looking pouch.

“What’s this?” Ysabelle was puzzled. Is this for me? Since when does Uncle Tristan treat me so well? That’s impossible.

“It’s for Sophie. It has what she needs,” Tristan explained. He remembered when Sophie’s time of the month was, so he naturally had the habit of preparing the essentials for her.

Ysabelle did not understand what was going on until she saw the sanitary pads in the pouch upon arriving at the washroom.

More importantly, it was the brand Sophie always used.

The discovery baffled Ysabelle. Is this how it feels to watch someone flaunt their love for their partner? This is torture.

“Sophie, where are you?”

“Here!”

When Ysabelle heard Sophie’s voice, she passed a sanitary pad into the cubicle.

“Uncle Tristan prepared this for you. This is so unexpected from him. He actually remembers when you’re going to have your period. That’s not all! He even prepared everything for you!” Ysabelle commented.

so attentive. Jeez, I’m

jealous of you, Sophie.” How could there be such a blessed woman?

Don’t always compare him to your uncle. Everyone has different ways of

that Tristan, who was originally a high and mighty rich heir, often performed sweet gestures for her

wiped them

too good,” Ysabelle remarked. For

fact, it was written all over

“Does it hurt?”

it’s bearable. Don’t worry about it.” Sophie was only feeling a subtle pain in her lower abdomen.

enter a race later. Are you sure you’ll

Trust me.” Sophie’s lips were looking a little pale, but she knew her body’s

only ten minutes left till the race by the time Sophie got back. While

already prepared a drink beforehand that could help relieve her discomfort.

“Okay.”

it was the

man

arena. They were all from the racing

Lily, who was dressed in her race

lips, Lily asked intentionally, “What’s wrong, Ms. Tanner? Are you unwell? The race track today is really dangerous. You mustn’t force

behavior made Ysabelle clench her fists in

entertain Lily. She simply put on

blinked innocently at Tristan.

wrong, Mr. Tristan? Why do I feel like Ms. Tanner’s being hostile toward me?”

the race, Ms. Sanders. No one’s interested in

not tolerate the

of it due to her condition. I’ll end this quickly and win this round to save myself the trouble of having to compete in the arena.

the race suit accentuated her

lackeys in the crowd could not help but shriek with excitement.

my goddess! How