Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 The Burn

The company Yale got was Tanner Group’s most profitable one.

If everything went well for him, he would not even have to do anything, and the company would still make the most profit.

Did he seriously think no one would notice? Is it so hard for him to just admit his incompetence? Sophie was unsure how to feel about her father.

“What are you looking at, Soph? Come on. Let’s go eat,” Ysabelle urged Sophie to go.

“You probably don’t have much money left after you got me that gift. So from today onward, I’ll pay for all your food.” Ysabelle really liked the rock Sophie got for her. She could not bear the thought of the young woman skipping meals.

“Sure!” Sophie was more than willing to let her friend take care of her meals.

“What do you want to eat?” Ysabelle had always had trouble deciding where to go for food.

“Let’s have spaghetti! It’s been a while.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

There was a restaurant famous for its spaghetti just less than a mile east of Jipsdale Premier High. Many, including the students of the high school, patronized the establishment regularly.

Naturally, the place was almost full when Sophie and Ysabelle arrived there.

“Hurry, Soph! I just saw two empty seats!” Ysabelle pulled Sophie to an empty table, and the two ordered spaghetti after sitting down.

“Hi there. I’m Bailey Dixon from Senior Class 1,” greeted the boy seated across from the young ladies as soon as they settled down.

Because of how tall Bailey was, he did not seem comfortable with his table and chair.

The young man had a pair of clear but cold eyes that made him seem somewhat distant.

“So you’re Bailey! I’m Ysabelle, and this is my best friend, Sophie,” Ysabelle gladly introduced herself and Sophie to Bailey. Now I know why he’s the campus hunk. What a handsome face!

“What the heck? I’m only here because Bailey is!”

“Me too! We’re in the same class. I don’t understand why he’s talking to those two from Senior Class 8 instead of me.”

“I can’t believe he just introduced himself to them.”

The other female students in the restaurant were upset when they saw what had happened.

They all had a crush on Bailey because not only did the young man come from a wealthy family, but he was also kind and smart. Most importantly, he was exceptionally good-looking.

Bailey’s admirers thought his appearance was as impressive as that of an angel.

“Your spaghetti is on the way.” A waiter was rushing toward Sophie and Ysabelle when somebody bumped into him.

“Soph, look out!” Ysabelle’s heart almost skipped a beat when she saw the plate of hot spaghetti flying toward Sophie.

Fortunately, Bailey was strong and quick enough to pull Sophie out of the way.

Some of the sauce landed on Bailey’s arm, but most of it ended up on the floor.

Had Bailey not rescued Sophie in time, the young woman would have been covered in spaghetti.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m terribly sorry. It was an accident. Are you okay?” The waiter was so shocked that his face was drained of color.

Since the spaghetti came just out of the kitchen, it was piping hot.

“Are you hurt?” Bailey wanted to ensure that Sophie was fine even though his arm was slightly burned.

“I’m fine. We need to get you to the hospital!” Sophie could see a sizeable red patch on Bailey’s fair arm since the young man got the sleeves of his school uniform rolled up.

“That’s not necessary. I’ll just apply some healing balm, and it’ll be as good as new,” said Bailey nonchalantly since he did not think his injury was anything a man like him could not handle.

“I still think you should go to the hospital.” Ysabelle insisted that the young man seek professional help after looking at his injury.

“I’m good. Really.”

“Fine! If you won’t go to the hospital, at least let me get you something from the pharmacy. You guys wait for me at the school gate.”

“Sophie…” Before Bailey could finish his sentence, Sophie had already left.

The young woman went to a pharmacy to buy a bottle of burn relief spray and returned to the school gate, where her schoolmates waited. “Take off your jacket.”

“Let me help you,” offered Ysabelle, but Bailey would not let her.