Pursuing Her (Sophie and Tristan)

He insisted, “Sophie, I really don't want to fight. I feel a little unwell today. Please spare me this once!”

Why isn't it biologically possible for men to experience menstrual cycles? I can't even find a valid reason to put off the altercation.

Sophie furrowed her brows.

“Felix, are you sure you won't come up now? I can join you down there if you prefer fighting there,” she replied coldly.

Felix felt like crying. What did I do wrong?

Meanwhile, Ysabelle had arrived at breakneck speed, having driven there as quickly as possible.

Hope rose in Felix's heart when he saw Ysabelle walking into the wrestling gym.

“Oh, Ysabelle, you've finally arrived! If you had come any later, you might have missed the chance to see me ever again,” he cried out.

Ysabelle asked, “Didn't you say you're about to die? You look fine. What happened?”

She was confused to see him still in one piece.

“Sophie wants to fight with me!” Felix complained, pointing an accusing finger in Sophie's direction. Why did she treat me like this despite the fact that I've been loyal and put in a lot of effort?

Ysabelle noticed Sophie in the ring and asked, “Sophie, did Felix do something to upset you? Don't hesitate to teach him a lesson. I won't mind, so you don't have to hold back because of me.”

Felix gaped incredulously at Ysabelle. “Ysabelle, are you sure you're my girlfriend? Shouldn't you side with me? How could you do this to me? This is too much. Don't you love me anymore?”

“Sophie, I don't know him. Go ahead and teach him a lesson,” Ysabelle stated firmly.

No matter what Felix did to irritate Sophie, Ysabelle held him responsible for any conflict that arose between them.

“Seriously?” Felix's jaw dropped wide open.

Poor me.

“Are you done, Felix? Hurry, it's time to face off with Sophie. We have plans for lunch later, so if you don't want to fight with her, you can fight with me. The choice is yours.” Tristan interjected.

“Fight with you?” Felix repeated dumbly.

If I were to fight with him, can I still join them for lunch? I'm afraid I'll be admitted to the hospital on a stretcher!

“I'll fight with Sophie,” he caved in. I must be careful enough not to hurt her, though.

Felix grabbed the edge of the ring and hopped onto it.

Initially, he chose to defend himself rather than attack Sophie. Nevertheless, after they both threw punches, he realized he needed to stay on guard.

Sophie was just as competent as Felix, and despite being of the opposite gender, she possessed remarkable strength. Upon receiving a kick from her, Felix stumbled backward for a few moments before managing to steady himself.

“Ow!” Felix hissed in pain.

No wonder she can defeat mercenaries. Look at how capable she is! She might be as capable as Mr. Tristan. Ah, I regret not choosing to go against Mr. Tristan.

Ysabelle was dumbfounded at the scene before her.

“Uncle Tristan, is Sophie that capable? Will she beat Felix to his death?” Ysabelle grew concerned.

“He'll be fine. She'll only beat him to a pulp,” came Tristan's calm answer.

“Seriously? What did Felix do?” Ysabelle's curiosity was piqued.

“Nothing much. He brought a lady to my office who stripped off her clothes there, and Sophie happened to bump into her.”

“What?” Ysabelle blurted out in surprise.

Did Felix really do something that terrible? Does he not care about the consequences of his actions? It's clear that Sophie had a good reason to teach him a lesson. His behavior was inexcusable, and he deserves punishment for it. What was he thinking?

“He has it coming, right?” Tristan asked with his arms folded across his chest.

Ysabelle gave a serious nod. “Yes. He deserves to be taught a lesson.”

In the wrestling ring, Felix was hit with a wave of despair when he heard Ysabelle's words. His attention was diverted, causing him to miss Sophie's kick that knocked him out of the ring.

This time, Felix sprawled on the ground and played dead.

He remained silent, as he had no further words to offer.

Realizing he had been lying on the floor for some time, Ysabelle ran over to him and patted his face. “Felix, are you okay? Are you that weak? Are you admitting defeat?”

Naturally, that made Felix even more reluctant to speak. Am I weak? It is Sophie who is too strong!

“All right. Stop playing dead and get up. You'll be fine after Sophie vents her anger. Why did you do that? You know how important Uncle Tristan is to Sophie,” Ysabelle chided.

He brought this upon himself. I might be his girlfriend, but I can't bring myself to defend him.

“It hurts!” Felix complained. “Sophie didn't hold back in her attacks.”

Ysabelle patted his cheek. “Never mind. This is a lesson for you so you won't repeat your actions. Otherwise, you might be beaten to death. Oh, Sophie was amazing!”