Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 641

“You didn't make this soup? Who else could it be, then?” Sophie gazed at the other three people there. They were more likely there to eat than to cook, and they weren't capable of preparing their own meal.

“Tristan purposely learned to do this for you.” Sarah pretended not to fathom Tristan's warning and directly divulged that information. My foolish little brother genuinely cares about Sophie. Since he had done so much for her, I should tell her about his efforts. Doing this will improve their relationship, so why not?

“What?”

Sophie was truly dumbfounded. Mr. Tristan made this soup? So these three are here because he requested their presence?

He glanced at Sarah. I knew it. She's not reliable at all.

The soup wasn't a success. As it was a failed attempt, he didn't want to let Sophie drink it.

“Really? In that case, I must taste it.” Sophie gazed at Tristan. Knowing he had prepared the soup for her, she was touched by his effort regardless of the soup's flavor.

She was aware that Tristan had always been unable to accept her tiny meal portions.

Still, there was nothing she could do about that.

That was the most she could eat, and if she consumed more, she would feel uncomfortable as her appetite was genuinely lacking.

Sophie reckoned that was why he wanted to learn cooking.

Of course, she knew what Tristan was thinking about.

He understood her very well, and she also had a good grasp of him.

“Sophie, Uncle Tristan really treats you wholeheartedly, so you must never abandon him no matter what happens in the future. Otherwise, he'll be brokenhearted.” Ysabelle had never seen Tristan care so much about someone.

Felix nodded in agreement. If Sophie leaves Mr. Tristan, he will surely be devastated. He has fallen head over heels for her.

“Can't you think more positively about our future? Stop talking if you aren't adept at doing so.” Tristan was displeased by their remarks.

Ysabelle uttered, “Touch wood. Fine. I'm sorry. I picked my words poorly. Still, I sincerely hope you two will always stay together and be happy.”

Sarah thought Felix and Ysabelle would only become hindrances if they remained there, so she brought them away.

Finally, Tristan and Sophie were the only ones left in the small condominium.

“Shouldn't I drink a little, too, since they all got to taste the soup you made? Didn't Sarah say you prepared this soup for me?” Deeply touched, she regarded him with a hopeful look. He treats me so well and prioritizes me in everything he does.

Therefore, she couldn't help but behave more gently before him. She also wished to stay with him forever and never be separated.

Tristan was caught in a difficult position. Judging by their reaction, the soup I made today must've been a failed product. In that case, how can I let her drink this?

“Let's not drink this soup since I didn't cook it properly. I'll prepare some for you next time,” Tristan uttered tenderly.

He wanted to make sure that he provided her the best of everything.

Sophie walked up to him, slung her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.

It was a hot and passionate kiss.

There was no way he could refuse her fervent initiative. He reckoned she would be dispirited if he rejected her at that moment.

Hence, he reciprocated and deepened the kiss.

The couple indulged themselves in that intimate moment for a long time.

Sophie had also learned how to breathe during a kiss, so this time, she could adapt to the situation no matter how long the kiss lasted.

Taking in her slightly swollen lips, he gently rubbed them with his fingertips.

“What do you want to eat tonight? I'll order food delivery from The Crown.” Before he could master the art of preparing the soup, he would never allow her to have a taste.

“Let me drink a little since you've already made it.”

She was still looking forward to trying the soup he prepared for her.

Tristan frowned.

“Are you sure you want to have a taste? They told me the soup today is not that delicious.”

“It's their problem for having poor taste, then.” How can anything Mr. Tristan make be a failed product?

“Sophie, you're only saying that because you're my girlfriend, so you'll compliment me regardless of the soup's flavor.” Especially when she knew he purposely prepared the soup for her.

“What's with all the nonsense? All I want is to drink a bowl of soup. Is that too much to ask?”

Sensing her determination, he had no choice but to serve her a bowl of soup.

The temperature of the soup was just nice after leaving it to cool for some time.

Sophie drank a few spoonfuls of the soup.

Tristan felt his effort was worth it, looking at her savoring the soup.

Nonetheless, he was also worried she might suffer from diarrhea if she drank too much.

“That's enough. Stop drinking. We're going out to have our dinner in a short while.” He grasped her hand. “I know the soup isn't that great, but I'll try harder and do better next time.”

“Tristan, I have a question for you, and you must answer me seriously.”

“Okay. Ask away. I'll give you an honest answer no matter what you ask.” There was nothing he had to hide from her.

“Do you dream of feeding me until I'm fat?”

He was momentarily taken aback before ultimately nodding. Then, he uttered jokingly, “How did you know that? Once I turn you into a fatty, no one will snatch you away from me.”

Otherwise, even he couldn't fathom how many more love rivals he would have to face.

Sophie was rendered speechless.

She knew a short video had gone viral recently about a man telling others about his strategy to feed his girlfriend until she became corpulent so that he didn't need to worry about her leaving him for another man.

“Do you really hope for me to turn into a big fatty?” If that's the case, I'm afraid he'll be disappointed because it's very hard for someone like me to gain weight.

She was truly incapable of fulfilling that desire of his.

Tristan pulled her close and seated her on his lap.

“I'm just kidding. I like you no matter your appearance,” Tristan uttered affectionately. He was only trying to learn cooking because he knew she had a poor appetite.

All he wanted was for her to stay healthy.

He would accept her regardless of her physique.

Sophie leaned against his chest. This is the man who loves me the most, aside from my grandpa. He loves me with complete sincerity and commitment.

“What's the matter? Are you touched? Still, that is not what I aim to achieve, and you don't have to feel burdened. I'm merely carrying out my obligations as your boyfriend, and I'm contented when doing all these things. Therefore, don't feel pressured because of this. You can drink if you want to, but if you don't want to drink the soup, you can toss it away instead of forcing yourself to consume it. You should know that I am very reluctant to see you pushing yourself to do something you don't want to.”

He would feel distraught if she forced herself to do something because of what he did.

How can he still overthink in this manner after all the things he's done for me?