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.

to puke even though

a lesson once

on the

hastily clambered off the bed and beelined

hunched over the toilet seat and retched non-stop. Sophie could

is practically a recipe for disaster. I only had a few words with Mark, and

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

feel horrible, Sophie!”

I know. Come on, you should get some rest!

glass of hot water. He clearly cared deeply about his niece despite his words often painting her as

others to believe that he was a

Sorry for the trouble.” Tristan felt bad about Sophie’s involvement in cleaning up

mess.

water before tucking her into bed. She had

reassured Tristan, “I’m good. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to rest

heading back

he would only inconvenience Sophie by

he immediately

was busy in Fandar, but he always called and asked about Ysabelle’s well- being whenever

“She’s a drunken mess.”

after her? Did you forget your promise? Who did she drink with?” His mind ran wild

not even there with

demanded, “Are you

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

deal

can I go back? I wouldn’t need your

asleep. How’s everything on your end?” The issue

than imagined, given

was true that things were rather complicated, Felix believed he could solve things based on his own abilities. He said to Tristan reassuringly, “It’s fine. Bertram is helping me. Don’t worry about

“Okay, Be careful.”

battlefield brimming with power-hungry parties. One needed