Pursuing Her (Sophie and Tristan)

You Were Drunk

Ysabelle might be drunk, but she clearly caught Tristan’s words. She whined indignantly, “How can you be so mean, Uncle Tristan! I’m your dear niece. Don’t toss me aside!”

Tristan argued, “Why not? Look at yourself! If Grandpa saw you like this, he would be furious.” How did she end up like this after joining the entertainment industry?

Ysabelle burped and shot her uncle a tipsy smile.

Alcohol made Ysabelle fearless. She flung her arms tightly around Sophie and retorted, “You’re not scared of Grandpa scolding me! You’re just upset that I’m ruining your time with Sophie. Hey, Sophie! Do you love him or me?”

“I love you, okay? Come on, sit down properly. We’ll send you home.” Sophie blamed herself for not keeping a close eye on Ysabelle before the latter drank herself into oblivion.

Sophie turned to Tristan and said, “Start the car, Tristan. I think she’s too drunk to go home tonight. Old Mr. Lombard will be worried out of his mind if he sees her like this. Let’s take her to our place. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Okay”

William was probably asleep then, and they thought it unwise to disturb his slumber by bringing his drunk granddaughter home.

A while later, Tristan pulled up in front of their condominium. He stopped Sophie from attempting to lift Ysabelle from the back seat.

“Let me do it. You’re a young woman like her. He did not want her to exhaust herself by carrying another young woman who weighed the same as her.

“I won’t tire myself out.”

Sophie trusted her stamina. Carrying a woman as slim as Ysabelle was no chore at all.

“Yes, you will,” Tristan insisted.

He turned toward the car and lifted his niece from the backseat. The jostling caused Ysabelle to feel nauseous, and Tristan immediately frowned when he noticed her expression.

He warned coldly, “You better keep that down, Ysabelle. I will definitely toss you out if you throw up on

me.”

His voice merely added to Ysabelle’s nausea.

urge to puke even though she had been waiting half a day to throw up the alcohol

teach her a lesson once she sobered up. She

to Sophie’s room and dropped her on the bed. The

off the bed and beelined for

over the toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie could only stroke her friend’s

see if you dare to drink so much in the future.” Its negative effects on health aside, drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol is practically a recipe for disaster. I only had a few words with

threw up for what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back

feel horrible,

get some rest! You’ll feel much better after

Tristan arrived with a glass of hot water. He clearly cared deeply

personality often misled others to believe

trouble.” Tristan felt bad about

mess.

Ysabelle to sip some water before tucking her into bed. She had ascertained that it was impossible for Ysabelle to manage

I’m going to rest after a bath. You should clean yourself

I’m heading back

look after her, and Tristan knew he would only inconvenience Sophie by insisting on remaining in her

he immediately received a

has Ysabelle been?” Felix was busy in Fandar, but he always called and asked about Ysabelle’s well-

“She’s a drunken mess.”

was aghast. “What? What happened? Didn’t I ask you to look after her? Did you forget your promise? Who did she drink with?” His mind ran wild with all

not even there

He demanded, “Are you interrogating me, Mr. Northley? Watch your

toward Ysabelle. Tristan continued, “Don’t drag other people into

can’t you deal

wouldn’t need your help if I was there! Come on, we’re friends. It’s

How’s everything on

given Felix’s lengthy

his own abilities. He said to Tristan reassuringly, “It’s

“Okay, Be careful.”

with power-hungry parties. One needed