Chapter 61 All Eyes On Her
Sophie froze briefly. The gown had already been designed to cling to her tightly, and with Tristan’s hand on her waist now, she felt especially uncomfortable.
“Let’s go. Everyone’s looking this way.”
And is that my fault?
Sophie was certain that Tristan was doing this on purpose.
“What the f*ck?” Danielle desperately wanted to shove Tristan’s hand away from that woman. How dare he touch another girl? He’s mine!
“Calm down, Danielle. Don’t look at them. Ysabelle’s about to make her entrance.”
Lincoln soon appeared on stage while holding Ysabelle by the arm.
He walked to the microphone and began his speech.
Meanwhile, Tristan led Sophie to the front.
Winter’s gaze remained on Tristan. He didn’t want to be my date, but now he’s got his hand around Sophie’s waist!
And now, all eyes are on her!
Those looks of envy were supposed to be on her, but clearly, that wasn’t happening now thanks to Sophie.
Winter refused to accept this.
Tristan’s hand remained on Sophie’s waist, making the latter feel uneasy.
“You can let go now, Mr. Tristan.”
Tristan liked having his hand on her and didn’t want to let go, but seeing the look on her face, he knew she would probably hit him if he didn’t listen to her.
His lips curled as he released his grip on her.
“Last but not least, I’d like to thank everyone for all the love they’ve shown Ysabelle. Thank you once again.”
When Lincoln was done with his speech, he handed the microphone to Ysabelle as he had other guests to attend to.
“I’m so happy today. Thank you for coming to my birthday party. I hope you all have a good time.”
Not wasting too much time, Ysabelle ended things quickly and passed the microphone to the host.
She then left the stage and walked toward Sophie.
“Soph! I—” She wanted to take Sophie to check out the cruise ship, but Felix cut her off.
“Come, Ysabelle. I want to show you your gift.”
He had spent a great deal of time picking out the young woman’s birthday gift.
“Go on,” Tristan chimed in.
With that, Ysabelle was snatched away in a huff.
Tristan had no intention of staying either.
It was too lively there, and he preferred somewhere quieter.
“Let’s go. I’ll get you out of this hellhole.”
Sophie felt the same way he did. She was sick of being stared at by the female socialites there.
“If you’re tired, you can head back and get some rest. I’ll find myself somewhere I can be alone,” she proposed.
Yet, Tristan wasn’t having any of that nonsense, and he left while tugging her by the arm.
“Are you always this disrespectful toward women, Mr. Tristan?”
“My head’s throbbing. So let’s go.”
Sophie was rendered speechless.
Tristan soon brought her to his room, which appeared larger than Ysabelle’s and was located in an even better spot. One could simply take a seat on the rug and have the entire city’s view in front of their very eyes.
The blinding lights of various colors lit up the sky beautifully.
Tristan opened up a bottle of red wine, walked over with two glasses, and sat down.
“You should have a seat too. Your feet must hurt from wearing those heels.”
To him, Sophie was tall enough and didn’t need to wear high heels.
Yet, Sophie believed that an evening gown always had to go with a pair of heels.
It’s either heels or nothing.
Tristan handed her a cushion for her to sit on.
Her dress was rather short, so sitting like this wasn’t the most ideal situation.
Tristan had never considered this. After all, he never really cared about the women around him.
But upon seeing Sophie’s slender thighs, he couldn’t help but gulp.
Then, he began to feel awkward as he realized what he had done.
He got up and brought Sophie a woolen blanket to cover her thighs with.
Sophie didn’t expect him to be this thoughtful.
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