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 envious of

I’m becoming a little jealous of you, Sophie.” How could there be such

treats you well, too. Don’t always compare him to your uncle. Everyone has different ways of showing

a high and mighty rich heir,

wiped them dry with a paper towel

For women, menstruation was

was written all over Sophie’s

“Does it hurt?”

it.” Sophie was only feeling a subtle pain

you’re going to enter a race later. Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Ysabelle

Trust me.” Sophie’s lips were looking a little

the race by the time Sophie got back. While Ysabelle was still feeling worried, Tristan

some.” He had already prepared a drink beforehand that could help

“Okay.”

took a sip, and sure enough, it

prepared this, too?” she exclaimed. This man is incredible! He practically prepared everything.

were all from the racing circle,

Lily, who was dressed in her race suit, walked over

Are you unwell?

her fists in anger. This

simply put on her

blinked innocently

I say something wrong, Mr. Tristan? Why do I feel like Ms. Tanner’s

race, Ms. Sanders. No one’s

could not tolerate the woman anymore.

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

a fairly tall person, so the race suit accentuated

got into the race car, the lackeys in the crowd could not help but

my goddess! How gorgeous!”