Anything For Her

“Are you okay with it, Soph? We don’t have to play the game if you don’t want to.”

Ysabelle was certain that Sophie could do most things well, but throwing darts was a game that needed constant practice. I wonder if she ever played it before.

“It’s fine. We can play if that’s what you want.”

Sophie smiled warmly, and it was as though she was letting Ysabelle do whatever she wanted on her birthday.

“I love you so much, Soph,” said Ysabelle. In a way, Sophie was the perfect boyfriend material. “Seriously, if you’re a guy, I would marry you in a heartbeat.”

Sophie smiled without saying anything else.

“Ms. Tanner, you truly are incredible. It seems like you can do everything with ease.”

Winter was bidding her time and planning ahead. The higher the pedestal she put Sophie on, the more it would hurt when Sophie inevitably fell.

Sophie, however, didn’t think much of it. It’s just a game of throwing darts, so how hard can it be? I’ll just let her think that she’s winning for a little longer.

“Do you need Mr. Tristan to give you some private lessons beforehand? He was the one who taught you how to play pools the last time, right?”

“There’s no need for that. Since Ms. Quigley is that eager to lose, let’s just play.”

Sophie was truly irked by Winter’s behavior. After all, it shouldn’t matter what her relationship with Tristan was like. Winter still had no right butting in on the matter.

“Hah,” replied Winter. She couldn’t help scoffing. “Before that, though, let’s make things clear. This is just a game, so regardless of how things turn out to be, no one is allowed to hold a grudge, okay?”

“Winter, let’s just play. Why are you talking so much? What’s the point of saying all that, anyway?”

How have I never noticed that Winter is so annoying before?

“I’ll go first,” said Ysabelle. She stood up and tossed the dart right away.

“Ten points,” said Felix. He couldn’t help chuckling a little. Ysabelle’s skill is really… something else.

“What are you laughing at, Felix? Do you think you can do better? Fine, go on, then. You can go next.”

“Sure,” replied Felix. He stood behind the line, adjusted his stance, and threw the dart. “Twenty-five points. See that? That is how you do it.”

“Hmph!”

That good-for-nothing Felix is deliberately messing with me!

“Soph, it’s your turn.”

picked up

to hit the bull’s

Everyone was instantly speechless.

mind. My gosh, can she be any

think my luck will be that good. Throwing darts is all about luck,

was even more

who suggested the

lose the game. Only then would she be able to

game. She figured that Tristan wouldn’t be able to complain even if she were to kiss

Ms. Tanner. You must frequent clubs often and play

 Ah, so that’s

with the special forces

results

your turn, Mr.

was smiling brightly. Yes, I will surely lose

be the last one,” said

told her to play first. There’s no way Tristan is that bad at throwing darts, right? At worst, he will definitely get some

the right spot, grabbed a dart, and threw it as well as she

however, she got the worst result with

I under-performed,” said Winter sadly. She pretended to be disappointed, but she was actually brimming

reckoned she finally had the chance to kiss the man she

turn,

was getting a little

as though Winter wants to lose the game? Is it

that she

to be an idiot to not know what Winter

I can’t believe she came up with a plan like that. Does she really like Uncle Tristan that much? Ugh, this is so disgusting. She is not worthy

have put two and two together if Sophie hadn’t

What do we do now? We can’t let her kiss

is about your Uncle Tristan, and no one can do anything if he’s okay with her kissing him,”

that won’t do. Anyone else can kiss

not? Aren’t the two of you on good

are no longer friends, okay? I mean, did you see how she repeatedly goes after you today? I don’t

best friend

over and

moved

began thumping

began picturing what it would feel like to press her lips against his. She had been dreaming of that kiss for so long,

thank Ysabelle for it. If it hadn’t been for her, Winter would never have

gosh,

He couldn’t believe what