Anything For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 847

Chapter 847 Do Not Force Unto Others

Ysabelle was the Lombard family's darling. How could they ever not want her company?

“No, it's just a thought.”

Ysabelle was abruptly struck with a surge of melancholy.

Nevertheless, she figured she should keep her emotions in check.

After all, everyone was busy, and she did not want to worry them.

“Ysabelle, I'm being honest. You don't need to compare yourself with anyone else. I just want you to be you. Nothing else matters, okay?”

She mustn't compare herself to someone like Sophie. Sophie's an ambitious girl. How many girls in this world could be the same as her? Ysabelle's already a sweet and nice girl. Moreover, she's a popular singer too. It's already wonderful that she's excelling in her own field.

“Mm, okay. I understand, Grandpa. I have something to settle with the recording company, so I'm going to leave first. I won't be able to have a meal with you.”

“Sure, go on. Be careful on your way there,” William said. He knew that Ysabelle was busy as a singer, so he did not insist that she stay.

Although he felt bad for her, he also thought that it was a good sign for her to be busy.

“Okay, Grandpa. I'm going to leave now. Be good and have your meal, all right? I'll ask my aunt about this when I come home at night,” Ysabelle said as she walked toward the door.

In no time, William was the only one left in the huge house, for the younger members of the family were all working hard in their jobs.

His lips curled into a smile.

It was not a bad sign for him that everyone was busy with their own lives.

Moreover, he was old. All he could do was guard the house for them so that they had a loving home to return to.

Whenever they wanted to come home, he would be there, waiting for them.

That was enough for him.

Meanwhile, after Sophie ended the call, she handed the phone to Tristan.

“You don't need to take my father's words to heart. He's just worried about us. Honestly, he's not a bad man.” While it was true that William used to dislike Sophie, he had since accepted her and treated her as family.

Sophie walked over to Tristan and circled her arms around his neck before giving him a kiss.

“No, I'm not taking it to heart. I'm moved, in fact, that someone is worried about me now.” That was a sensation she had never experienced before, but she liked it. “Let's go back once we're done with things over here. We'll leave Jetroina's matters aside for now.”
Ysabelle was the Lombard family's darling. How could they ever not want her company?

“Okay, sure!” It had been a while since they left the family home, and a visit was overdue.

Tristan then wrapped his arms around her waist before leaning over to return a kiss on her lips.

“The Lombards will treat you nicely, Sophie. My family is yours,” he said. This was a characteristic of the Lombard family. When they accepted someone as part of their family, they treated them with great kindness and generosity.

“I know, and that's why I think it's my greatest blessing to have met you,” Sophie said, leaning on his chest.

Tristan lifted her into his arms.

“All right. You came back to rest. Leave everything aside for now, and get some sleep.”

“Okay. Sleep with me.”

When Sophie realized he was about to leave, she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bed.

“Of course,” Tristan replied, lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. “Time to sleep.”

Sophie had not been able to get any proper sleep at the research institute.

No matter how strong she was, she was human, and she needed sleep.

Otherwise, her health would deteriorate eventually.

Sophie closed her eyes and focused on his steady heartbeat. It gave her an immense sense of security.

“Mr. Tristan, I really love it when you embrace me. I wish I could stay here forever.”

“My hugs will always only be yours,” Tristan reassured her, the smile on his face enticing her.

Sophie nuzzled against him.

Not long after that, she fell asleep.

Meanwhile, after Charles received the call, he went to the airport in Fandar to pick Winter up.

Upon realizing that Winter had been sent to Fandar while trussed up like a pig, he shook his head in exasperation.

In contrast, Winter was struck by a sense of aggrievement when she saw Charles.

“Charles, look at me! Mr. Tristan doesn't actually think of you as a dear friend. If he did, he wouldn't have treated me in this way,” Winter angrily uttered. “Yet you're still so loyal to him. Isn't this pointless?”

Charles never thought she would still be unrepentant and was still trying to sow discord between him and Tristan.

“Charles, why are you looking at me in that way? Am I not right? What did I do wrong? I only went to Anglandur because I was worried about him, but look at how he treated me. How could he have done this to me? Regardless of everything, I'm still your sister!”

Charles then asked someone to bring a roll of tape over to seal her mouth.

“Winter, honestly, if you're not my sister, I wouldn't have bothered myself with you.” His sister often gave him literal headaches.

It was very annoying, and he hated it.

“Mm! Mm!” Winter struggled. What's the meaning of this? Is he not going to let me go even though I'm here now?

“You're not going anywhere; you're going to stay by my side. Be good, okay? Mr. Tristan won't fall for you,” Charles mercilessly said to her.

Truth be told, unwanted persistence would only serve to incite anger in others.

Yet, that was something she still could not understand.

Who was Winter Quigley in the face of Sophie Tanner? No one. Her actions would only make Tristan hate her more and more.

At the sight of Winter's struggles, Bertram handed Charles a cigarette.

“You have it tough, Mr. Quigley.” Not only did Charles need to manage his company, but he also had to manage his misbehaving sister.

Charles accepted the cigarette.

“What else can I do? Bertram, didn't you say you're single? What about this? Why don't you marry my sister?”

Bertram whipped his head around to eye Charles as though the latter was a lunatic.

“Mr. Quigley, please wallow in misery by yourself. You don't need to drag me to hell with you! Do you think your sister's an easy woman to get along with?” How can you do this to me? I don't want this!

“Bertram, are you sure? My sister's quite a nice person, actually. She's pretty and capable. The only flaw she has is that she fell for the wrong person. Don't you think it'll be good if you can make her fall for you instead?”

Bertram's objection to that was written all over his face.

“I'm serious, Mr. Quigley. Don't force unto others what you don't want. Your sister isn't someone I can handle.”

I'd rather be single than have a terrifying girlfriend like her! At the very least, I can still be happy.

“Bertram, do you hear yourself?”