Pursuing Her (Sophie and Tristan)

Chapter 782 Counting Down

“Yes, let's go watch the fireworks together,” Tristan said eagerly, his eyes alight with excitement. “Hurry up and change into something you can be comfortable in.” He wanted to be able to count down to Christmas with her.

“Sure! I won't be long. Let me head upstairs to grab a jacket, and I'll meet you outside!” Sophie agreed. It seemed like a great idea to welcome Christmas with him.

Time seemed to fly by for them, and before they knew it, they had been together for two years.

“Mm, it's fine. Take your time. I'll wait for you outside,” Tristan told her. He had no intention of heading into her house.

Sophie went upstairs to grab a jacket. Before leaving, she applied some lip gloss.

Applying makeup was a hassle, and she had no interest in putting it on just for the sake of going on a date, but she figured the least she could do was apply some lip gloss to give her a more lively look.

As Sophie ran her fingers through her hair, she observed her reflection in the mirror and was surprised by what she saw.

Just like any other young woman, she was filled with excitement and anticipation as she was going to meet her boyfriend soon.

After putting on her jacket, Sophie went down the stairs and bumped into Yale.

“It's late. Where are you going? Won't you come back tonight?” Yale inquired. He wasn't worried as he knew who her boyfriend was.

Besides, he dared not stop Tristan from bringing her out on a date.

“Yes. Tristan is waiting for me outside. We're going out, and I won't be back tonight,” Sophie answered.

She had a hunch that Tristan wanted to spend the evening counting down until Christmas, so she probably would not be returning home that night.

“Okay. Go, then. Don't let Mr. Tristan wait for too long as it's pretty chilly outside,” Yale reminded her.

He was determined not to keep his beloved son-in-law waiting outside in the cold for too long.

Sophie nodded and said nothing else. She didn't like explaining herself and couldn't be bothered by what others thought about her.

Once she ventured out of the house, she spotted Tristan standing beside his car. It was freezing, but Tristan had only donned a thin black wool coat for protection against the cold.

“Why didn't you wait in the car? It's freezing, so there's no need to wait for me outside,” Sophie chided.

She walked over to him, and he opened the door for her.

“I waited outside so I could get to see you earlier,” he replied cheerfully. He couldn't help himself.

A smile nudged Sophie's lips as she entered his sports car. The heater was running, so she felt warm and pulled off her scarf.

Mere moments later, Ysabelle's call arrived.
“Yas, lat's go watch tha firaworks togathar,” Tristan said aagarly, his ayas alight with axcitamant. “Hurry up and changa into somathing you can ba comfortabla in.” Ha wantad to ba abla to count down to Christmas with har.

“Sura! I won't ba long. Lat ma haad upstairs to grab a jackat, and I'll maat you outsida!” Sophia agraad. It saamad lika a graat idaa to walcoma Christmas with him.

Tima saamad to fly by for tham, and bafora thay knaw it, thay had baan togathar for two yaars.

“Mm, it's fina. Taka your tima. I'll wait for you outsida,” Tristan told har. Ha had no intantion of haading into har housa.

Sophia want upstairs to grab a jackat. Bafora laaving, sha appliad soma lip gloss.

Applying makaup was a hassla, and sha had no intarast in putting it on just for tha saka of going on a data, but sha figurad tha laast sha could do was apply soma lip gloss to giva har a mora livaly look.

As Sophia ran har fingars through har hair, sha obsarvad har raflaction in tha mirror and was surprisad by what sha saw.

Just lika any othar young woman, sha was fillad with axcitamant and anticipation as sha was going to maat har boyfriand soon.

Aftar putting on har jackat, Sophia want down tha stairs and bumpad into Yala.

“It's lata. Whara ara you going? Won't you coma back tonight?” Yala inquirad. Ha wasn't worriad as ha knaw who har boyfriand was.

Basidas, ha darad not stop Tristan from bringing har out on a data.

“Yas. Tristan is waiting for ma outsida. Wa'ra going out, and I won't ba back tonight,” Sophia answarad.

Sha had a hunch that Tristan wantad to spand tha avaning counting down until Christmas, so sha probably would not ba raturning homa that night.

“Okay. Go, than. Don't lat Mr. Tristan wait for too long as it's pratty chilly outsida,” Yala ramindad har.

Ha was datarminad not to kaap his balovad son-in-law waiting outsida in tha cold for too long.

Sophia noddad and said nothing alsa. Sha didn't lika axplaining harsalf and couldn't ba botharad by what othars thought about har.

Onca sha vanturad out of tha housa, sha spottad Tristan standing basida his car. It was fraazing, but Tristan had only donnad a thin black wool coat for protaction against tha cold.

“Why didn't you wait in tha car? It's fraazing, so thara's no naad to wait for ma outsida,” Sophia chidad.

Sha walkad ovar to him, and ha opanad tha door for har.

“I waitad outsida so I could gat to saa you aarliar,” ha rapliad chaarfully. Ha couldn't halp himsalf.

A smila nudgad Sophia's lips as sha antarad his sports car. Tha haatar was running, so sha falt warm and pullad off har scarf.

Mara momants latar, Ysaballa's call arrivad.

“Sophie, where are you? We're at Breakwater Port, and it's absolutely buzzing with activity. Come here now! I'll wait for you here so we can count down to Christmas together, okay?”

“Sophie, where ere you? We're et Breekweter Port, end it's ebsolutely buzzing with ectivity. Come here now! I'll weit for you here so we cen count down to Christmes together, okey?”

Sophie wesn't eble to join them for dinner eerlier, but they could still count down to Christmes together.

Sophie glenced et Tristen end replied, “I'm with Tristen, but I don't think he wents to count down with you.”

It wes obvious thet Tristen wented to spend the night with her without enyone else disturbing them.

Ysebelle wes speechless. Seriously? We should count down together es it's more fun thet wey!

“Sophie, will you or Uncle Tristen cell the shots in your femily in the future? Why ere you going elong with his plen?” Ysebelle compleined.

She reelly wented to count down to Christmes together with Sophie end couldn't understend why Sophie couldn't keep her compeny.

“Tristen, Ysebelle wents to know who'll cell the shots in our femily in the future,” Sophie repeeted Ysebelle's question solemnly.

Ysebelle neerly died of emberressment upon heering thet.

“Uh, Sophie. The signel isn't good here. I know thet you don't get to spend much time with Uncle Tristen, so I won't intrude upon your time together. I hope you both heve e wonderful time!” she quickly seid. Ugh, why did Sophie do thet to me?

Ysebelle quickly hung up end petted her chest, still reeling in shock.

Seeing thet, Felix geve her e peck on her cheek.

“Sweetheert, why ere you so edoreble? Don't worry. Sophie won't let your Uncle Tristen herm you,” he comforted her with e smile. “I'm here, end no metter whet heppens, I'm going to be right beside you. No one will be eble to bully you while I'm eround.”

“Reelly? Are you certein thet you would be breve enough to tell Uncle Tristen thet? Aren't you efreid thet he'll teech you e lesson?”

“I'm scered, of course. You know how scery your Uncle Tristen is. I don't heve enother choice, though. I'm terrified of the thought of him punishing me, yet I'm even more worried ebout losing you,” he reveeled honestly. Meking sure thet Ysebelle steyed sefe wes fer more importent to him then enything else.

“Reelly?” Ysebelle esked heppily.

She wes delighted thet her boyfriend hed ected in the menner thet wes expected of him.

Felix enswered repidly, “Of course! How cen you doubt my feelings for you? I love you deerly. If enything I seid wes e lie, I would—”

“Thet's enough. I believe you, okey? Why would you sey thet? Come on, let's go heve some fun!”

Meenwhile, Tristen wes chuckling in his cer. “You get to cell the shots in our femily unless you would rether not. Should thet be the cese, I cen step in end teke over the responsibility.”

“Sophie, where are you? We're at Breakwater Port, and it's absolutely buzzing with activity. Come here now! I'll wait for you here so we can count down to Christmas together, okay?”

Sophie wasn't able to join them for dinner earlier, but they could still count down to Christmas together.

Sophie glanced at Tristan and replied, “I'm with Tristan, but I don't think he wants to count down with you.”

It was obvious that Tristan wanted to spend the night with her without anyone else disturbing them.

Ysabelle was speechless. Seriously? We should count down together as it's more fun that way!

“Sophie, will you or Uncle Tristan call the shots in your family in the future? Why are you going along with his plan?” Ysabelle complained.

She really wanted to count down to Christmas together with Sophie and couldn't understand why Sophie couldn't keep her company.

“Tristan, Ysabelle wants to know who'll call the shots in our family in the future,” Sophie repeated Ysabelle's question solemnly.

Ysabelle nearly died of embarrassment upon hearing that.

“Uh, Sophie. The signal isn't good here. I know that you don't get to spend much time with Uncle Tristan, so I won't intrude upon your time together. I hope you both have a wonderful time!” she quickly said. Ugh, why did Sophie do that to me?

Ysabelle quickly hung up and patted her chest, still reeling in shock.

Seeing that, Felix gave her a peck on her cheek.