Anything For Her

Chapter 282 Unwelcomed Tristan suddenly felt as though someone had hit him on his head. “I can’t eat on my own.” He, Tristan Lombard, a cold and aloof man, had been turned into a lovelorn fool who couldn’t eat without Sophie around. She was speechless. It took her quite some time before she finally found the words to speak. “We’re going to Mark’s mansion and will be having BBQ. You don’t know them well,” said Sophie. Won’t he lose his appetite under these circumstances? “It’ll be fine. I see your friends as my own. Besides, I know where the mansion is, so I can drive there on my own.

You don’t need to come to pick me up.” Sophie couldn’t speak. She remained in a daze even after she hung up the call. Why do I get the feeling that Tristan just conned me? “What’s wrong? Who was it?” “Tristan.” “What does he want?” “He wants to join us,” replied Sophie. She had finally accepted that inevitable reality. Gah, who cares? I won’t be the one who feels awkward, anyway. Mark handed his money over quickly when it was time to pay. He wanted to treat everyone that day. Sophie was going to carry one of the four heavy grocery bags, but Sunny stopped her. “Nope. You ladies are not allowed to do any chores when we’re around,” said Sunny. He took two bags, and Mark picked up the other two. The two ladies followed closely behind them without needing to carry anything. Mark didn’t mind driving, so they had let their driver go home early. The four of them took the car back. The three musicians carried the grocery bags into the kitchen to prepare for the BBQ right away. Ysabelle followed them and couldn’t help being impressed when she saw them working in the kitchen. Oh my gosh, these people are incredible! Ysabelle sighed in admiration when she left the kitchen. “I never knew that my idols could cook that well.”

he cooks. Their conversation was still ongoing when Mark and Sunny returned. “Sophie, it’s been a while since you had Mark’s spicy crayfish, right? Oh, I gotta tell you. His cooking has gotten so good that the spicy crayfish he makes is perfect!” “Come on, stop chatting already. Let’s go help the others,” said Mark as he dragged Sunny away. Gah, this kid is too talkative. “Sophie, is it really okay for us to sit here and do nothing?” Ysabelle felt a little bad because she was essentially being served. “You can help if you want to, but is there anything you can do in the kitchen?” challenged Sophie. Sophie’s skill truly was inferior compared to

in a restaurant.” “Oh, puh-lease. Those chefs have nothing on Mark at all,” replied Sunny as he smiled proudly. Everyone was about to chow

get kicked out of here! “I heard about how you kids are having BBQ, so I thought I’d drop by and join you.” Tristan made his way to Sophie and sat down beside her. He looked at ease the entire time. “No one invited you. Isn’t it a little weird for you to be here for no reason?” My gosh, are the rich always this shameless? “What do you mean? I’m invited. Sophie invited me here. Besides, she and I are family, so why can’t I be here?” “You’re her family?” Sunny was so angry that he wanted to kick Tristan out of the house. Unfortunately, the latter’s aura was too intimidating, so he was too scared to do anything. “Yes, I am. What’s wrong with that statement? Do you have a problem with it?” challenged Tristan. He acted as though what he was doing was the social norm. Sunny was so angry that he wanted to drive a fork into Tristan’s eye. Oh, f*ck him! Sophie didn’t even agree to be his girlfriend yet! “Ugh! Sophie, will you promise me something? I really hate that dude, so please don’t