Anything For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 A Goodnight Kiss

“Mr. Tristan.” The man was immediately petrified when he saw Tristan.

F*ck! She’s his woman, and she was even in his room. I’m doomed.

“Get lost,” Tristan growled.

“Sure thing. I’ll leave right away.” With that, the man disappeared without a trace.

Everyone in Jipsdale knew their days would be numbered if they dared to cross Tristan, and the man had no wish to meet a sticky end.

Under the crowd’s envious gazes, Tristan extended his hand in a gentlemanly gesture of invitation. “May I have this dance?”

Sophie placed her hand in his, silently agreeing to dance with him.

Tristan held her hand and led her onto the dance floor, then placed one hand on her slender waist while resting the other on her shoulder.

As the other ladies watched Tristan hug Sophie’s waist, a thought surfaced in their minds. They wished Sophie would disappear at once and that the person in Tristan’s arms was them.

“D*mn it! Why is it Sophie again? How is she so lucky?” one of them whined.

“Yeah! How could she end up with the man of my dreams?”

Another choked out through bitter sobs, “This is going to make me cry myself to death.”

“I won’t let that little minx get away with this!” Danielle hissed through clenched teeth, her fingers gripping the stem of her wineglass so tightly as if she was going to crush it.

Winter was also still among the crowd. I thought I’d get the opportunity to dance with Tristan, not expecting I’d still lose to Sophie in the end.

“Forget it. There’s nothing we can do about her,” she said.

“What are you talking about, Winter? What do you mean by there’s nothing we can do about her? She’s just a member of the Tanner family. What could she possibly be capable of doing?”

“You’re no match for her.”

Danielle was enraged. “You… Don’t look down on me, Winter. Just you wait and see how I’ll make her suffer.”

Winter knew Danielle would not be able to stir up much trouble. Nonetheless, the latter was capable of causing Sophie some minor upsets, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Sophie were twirling away on the dance floor in effortless harmony. It was their first time dancing together, yet they made for a completely compatible pairing. “Mr. Tristan, I didn’t think you had what it took to cause a national crisis,” Sophie remarked.

“What do you mean?”

“Sir, don’t tell me you can’t tell that all the ladies here are thinking of sinking their teeth into me and ripping me to pieces,” Sophie replied, deliberately emphasizing the word “sir.”

“They’re just jealous that you’re much more beautiful than them. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

His response rendered Sophie speechless.

Very well, then. Since you’re so handsome, everything you say is correct.

“Mr. Tristan, this dance doesn’t require us to be so close together, does it?”

At that moment, their bodies were pressed so closely together in uncomfortable proximity, and Sophie was sure that Tristan had to be doing it on purpose.

“It does,” he answered simply.

Sophie fell silent while the ladies in the crowd started buzzing with whispers.

“What the heck? Just as I thought, Sophie is a minx! It’s too shameful to witness!” someone exclaimed.

“You’re right! Is she trying to seduce Mr. Tristan?”

“Let go of Mr. Tristan. Let me hold him instead,” another lady wailed.

Unable to bear the sight of them dancing any longer, Winter turned and grabbed a glass of red wine before exiting the hall.

Watching the man she had harbored feelings for since she was little being so close to another woman was too much for her.

Danielle was also so angry that her face turned pale.

When the music stopped, Tristan still did not want to let go of Sophie.

“Mr. Tristan, I think that’s enough,” said Sophie.

I’ve already been in the limelight too much today, and it wouldn’t be wise to go overboard. I certainly have no wish to make myself more enemies. Although I’m not afraid of them, I already have enough trouble on my plate.

Finally, Tristan loosened his grip.

She’s right. It wouldn’t be appropriate to take things too far. I mustn’t act too hastily.

Having also had her fill of dancing, Ysabelle walked over with Felix.

“Soph, this is your keycard.” Ysabelle handed a keycard to Sophie.

Taking it from her, Sophie said, “I’m exhausted, Belle. I’ll go to my room to rest first. Happy birthday again.”

“Sure. Felix, help me see Sophie to her room. There are many people here who’ve been eyeing her.”

Ysabelle did not think anyone present was worthy of Sophie.

However, Felix made no answer and merely looked at Tristan.

How could he possibly give me the chance to do such a thing?

Tristan piped up, “Felix can stay here with you. I’ll send Sophie up to her room.”