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.”

at Sophie

couldn’t help

to have more to

there with Sophie, but Sophie didn’t care much about it and played games

at him and said, “Mr. Tristan, you may go. I don’t need

about me. Sleep if

“What do you mean?”

here and accompany

who could cause Jipsdale to tremble with one word wanted to stay

anything yet, and Tristan

good.” Sophie didn’t

took that as a yes, and called someone to deliver oatmeal from The

a thermal insulation container instead of a

a bowl with oatmeal, sat beside Sophie, and put the spoon near

“Ahem!”

been calm, was stunned

a prominent character in Jipsdale, was feeding

by myself.” She didn’t know how to deal

that she wasn’t used

wanted to

Tristan handed her the bowl

it tasted pretty good. Hence, she slowly finished the bowl

“Want some more?”

“I’m good. Thank you.”

felt pretty awkward when Tristan, a person unrelated to her, cared

go. This is

don’t mind sleeping on the couch for one night.” Tristan covered her with a blanket

“Mr. Tristan?”

room with another man. Although it was a ward instead of a room, she

you not tired

Sophie remained silent.

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

alternating sound of their breathing could

passed and Sophie fell asleep in

she was asleep, he got up and walked

him feel like protecting her no matter what so

following morning, Tristan’s assistant delivered breakfast to the ward for the

help Sophie with her breakfast,

almost dropped. Is this really the oppressive and ruthless Mr.