Anything For Her

Chapter 13 Flirting

“I can walk on my own.” While he was carrying her, their faces got closer to each other. If she looked up, her lips would brush across his chin.

Her heart began to beat out of control, and her ears began to grow hot.

Ysabelle was stunned. She had never seen Tristan treat anyone so well. Even at home, he was always cold, and even his grandfather was annoyed at him for it.

Tristan didn’t give Sophie the chance to refuse. He gently put her on the hospital bed, then checked on her infusion tube.

“Okay. It’s time for your evening self-study,” Tristan said to Ysabelle.

“Uncle Tristan, I don’t want to go. If I hadn’t brought Sophie to the pasta outlet, she wouldn’t end up like this. I’ll stay and accompany her.” Well, it wouldn’t matter if I missed one session of self-study.

Tristan looked at her and didn’t speak.

“Uncle Tristan.” He looks so scary.

“I’m okay now, Ysabelle. I’ll go back after the infusion.”

“No!” Tristan and Ysabelle exclaimed in unison.

“I’m really fine.”

“Sophie, it’s all my fault. You must stay in the hospital and get well. Otherwise, I will feel very guilty.”

“You should recuperate in the hospital. I’ve already informed the school that you’re taking the day off.” Tristan declared. How could she be so calm even after her surgery?

Tristan stopped forcing Ysabelle to go to class. If Ysabelle is here to accompany her, she should feel more at ease.

The VIP ward Tristan arranged for Sophie was a suite equipped with a bathroom and a kitchen.

At half past nine in the evening, Felix came to pick up Ysabelle.

“Uncle Tristan, I won’t be going home tonight! I want to stay with Soph. I don’t want her to be alone in the ward. It’s sad.”

Whenever Ysabelle was sick, her parents and grandparents would stay by her side.

However, Sophie didn’t have anyone close to her, which was really sad.

“Felix will take you home. I’ll get someone to look after Sophie.”

looked at Sophie

couldn’t help but laugh. To her, Ysabelle’s reaction

to have more to

there with Sophie, but Sophie didn’t

hadn’t left. She raised her head to look at him and said, “Mr. Tristan, you may go. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

worry about me.

“What do you mean?”

stay here and

Tristan, the man who could cause Jipsdale to

Sophie hadn’t eaten anything yet, and Tristan was worried

good.” Sophie didn’t have

took that as a yes, and called someone to

insulation container instead

filled a bowl with oatmeal, sat beside

“Ahem!”

Sophie, who had always been

head of the Lombard Group, a

I can eat by myself.” She didn’t know how

wasn’t used to it, so he didn’t

He wanted to give her time to

handed her the bowl and

pretty good. Hence, she

“Want some more?”

“I’m good. Thank you.”

Tristan, a person unrelated to her, cared for her

may go. This is

with a blanket and lay down on the couch. He wasn’t planning

“Mr. Tristan?”

it was a ward instead of a room,

you not

Sophie remained silent.

his life before too. Maybe the Lombard family is really serious about

ward was quiet, and only the alternating sound of their breathing could be

while passed and Sophie fell

and knew she was asleep, he got up and

asleep, just like a baby. It made him feel like protecting her no matter what so she would never

Tristan’s assistant delivered breakfast to the ward for the

Sophie with her breakfast, he also catered to her

dropped. Is this really the oppressive and ruthless Mr.