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?”

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

he answered

in the crowd started buzzing

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

she trying

me hold him instead,” another

turned and

for since she was little being so close to another woman was too much

also so angry that her face

Tristan still did

Tristan, I think that’s enough,”

and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although

loosened his

be appropriate to take things too far. I mustn’t act

fill of dancing, Ysabelle

is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to

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

her room. There are many people here

think anyone present was worthy

answer and merely looked at

give me the chance to do

here with you. I’ll send Sophie

Ysabelle and the others before leaving

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

pressed a kiss

Go on in

a loss for words once

man is really… Why does he

to go into the room because you want to invite me

then went into her

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

Tristan’s, and as Winter returned from drinking her glass of

agitated by the

had never thought she would see him so besotted, and it left

“Mr. Tristan…”

name, hoping he

on his face faded

rest,”

manner in which he uttered those three words was worlds apart from how he had said

“Why her?”

question. After all, Tristan disliked others prying into his

like him. It has nothing to do

does that have anything to do with you? For your brother’s sake, I’ll let it slide this time. Make sure

opened the door

and her body slowly

dare to make a sound as