Anything For Her

“Mr. Tristan.” The man was immediately petrified when he saw Tristan.

F*ck! She’s his woman, and she was even in his room. I’m doomed.

“Get lost,” Tristan growled.

“Sure thing. I’ll leave right away.” With that, the man disappeared without a trace.

Everyone in Jipsdale knew their days would be numbered if they dared to cross Tristan, and the man had no wish to meet a sticky end.

Under the crowd’s envious gazes, Tristan extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation. “May I have this dance?”

Sophie placed her hand in his, silently agreeing to dance with him.

Tristan held her hand and led her onto the dance floor, then placed one hand on her slender waist while resting the other on her shoulder.

As the other ladies watched Tristan hug Sophie’s waist, a thought surfaced in their minds. They wished Sophie would disappear at once and that the person in Tristan’s arms was them.

“D*mn it! Why is it Sophie again? How is she so lucky?” one of them whined.

“Yeah! How could she end up with the man of my dreams?”

Another choked out through bitter sobs, “This is going to make me cry myself to death.”

“I won’t let that little minx get away with this!” Danielle hissed through clenched teeth, her fingers gripping the stem of her wineglass so tightly as if she was going to crush it.

Winter was also still among the crowd. I thought I’d get the opportunity to dance with Tristan, not expecting I’d still lose to Sophie in the end.

“Forget it. There’s nothing we can do about her,” she said.

“What are you talking about, Winter? What do you mean by there’s nothing we can do about her? She’s just a member of the Tanner family. What could she possibly be capable of doing?”

“You’re no match for her.”

Danielle was enraged. “You… Don’t look down on me, Winter. Just you wait and see how I’ll make her suffer.”

Winter knew Danielle would not be able to stir up much trouble. Nonetheless, the latter was capable of causing Sophie some minor upsets, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Sophie were twirling away on the dance floor in effortless harmony. It was their first time dancing together, yet they made for a completely compatible pairing. “Mr. Tristan, I didn’t think you had what it took to cause a national crisis,” Sophie remarked.

“What do you mean?”

“Sir, don’t tell me you can’t tell that all the ladies here are thinking of sinking their teeth into me and ripping me to pieces,” Sophie replied, deliberately emphasizing the word “sir.”

“They’re just jealous that you’re much more beautiful than them. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

His response rendered Sophie speechless.

Very well, then. Since you’re so handsome, everything you say is correct.

“Mr. Tristan, this dance doesn’t require us to be so close together, does it?”

their bodies were pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be

he answered

fell silent while the ladies in

Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s

Is she trying to

of Mr. Tristan. Let me hold him instead,” another lady

Winter turned and grabbed a

was little being so close to another woman was too

also so angry that her

the music stopped, Tristan still did

think that’s

wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid

Tristan loosened his

wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too far.

her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked

keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to

Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest first.

room. There are many people

did not think anyone present

answer and merely looked

he possibly give me the

can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie up to her

to Ysabelle and the others before

door, she turned toward Tristan and said,

forward and pressed a kiss

Go on in and get some

a loss for

him again? This man is really… Why does he keep kissing

the matter? Are you hesitating to go into the room because you want to invite me

into her room and shut the door

so brusquely, yet he did not appear to mind. Instead, a smile tugged at the

and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile on

agitated by the

thought she would see him so besotted, and

“Mr. Tristan…”

hoping he would spare her a

his face faded

rest,” he

in which he uttered those three words was

“Why her?”

she should not have asked that question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into his private

nothing to do with his

your brother’s sake,

that, Tristan opened the door to his room and

leaned against the door, and her body

not even dare to