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?”

bodies were pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure

does,” he

ladies in the crowd started buzzing

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

right! Is she trying to

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

any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of

had harbored feelings for since she was little being

so angry that her face

did not want

think that’s enough,” said

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,

loosened

wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too

fill of

your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard

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

Sophie to her room.

anyone present

no answer and

he possibly give me the chance

stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie

Sophie murmured to Ysabelle and the others before leaving with

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

forward and pressed a kiss

kiss. Go on

a loss for words

man is really… Why does he keep kissing

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

curtly, then went into her room

treated Tristan so brusquely, yet he did not

from drinking her glass of wine, she saw the smile on Tristan’s

thoroughly agitated by the sight of

never thought she would see him so besotted, and it

“Mr. Tristan…”

called out his name, hoping he would spare her

smile on his face faded the moment he saw

some rest,”

those three words was worlds apart from

“Why her?”

question. After all, Tristan disliked others

really like him. It has nothing to do with his family background. My love

have anything to do with you? For your brother’s sake, I’ll let

the door

leaned against the door, and her

dare to make a