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?”

in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be

he

silent while the ladies in the crowd started

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

Is she trying to seduce Mr.

Let me hold

of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a

little being so close to

was also so angry that

stopped, Tristan still did not want to let

I think that’s enough,”

much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of them, I

Tristan loosened his

to take things too far. I mustn’t

of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with

keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to

Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest

to her room. There are many people here who’ve been

not think anyone

no answer and

me the chance

piped up, “Felix can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie up to her

murmured to Ysabelle and the

her room and opened the door, she turned toward Tristan and said, “Goodnight,

leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her

on

a loss for

by him again? This man is really…

room because you want to invite me to sleep with

curtly, then went into her room

anyone had treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not appear to

next to Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile on

agitated by

thought she would see him so besotted,

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping he

face faded the

rest,”

was worlds apart

“Why her?”

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

it. I really, really, really like him. It has nothing to do with his family

your brother’s sake, I’ll let it slide this time. Make

door to

door, and her

not even dare to make a sound as she