Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 777

“You don't have to worry about my relationship with Charles either. We're comrades who have been through thick and thin, and he understands me.”

“Don't worry about me! Do I look like the kind of person who would willingly bear grievances for others to you?”

Tristan shook his head.

She wasn't the kind of person who would bear grievances for others, but she was the kind who would do it for him.

However, that was absolutely unacceptable as well.

As they sat close together, Sophie couldn't help but smile at Tristan's serious expression.

“You're even more concerned about me than my dad. My dad isn't even that worried about me!”

“Sophie, I don't want to be your dad. I want to be your man!” And with that, Tristan pushed her down and captured her cherry-red lips with his.

He kissed her tenderly, and although it was just a kiss, he cherished every moment he had with his beloved woman.

After the kiss, he held her in his arms, feeling the tenderness that was meant for him alone. Only in moments like these would he feel her need for him.

Sophie was overly independent most of the time, as she was always able to handle everything perfectly on her own.

“Speaking of which, where's Willow? Where did you leave her?” Sophie asked, realizing that she hadn't inquired about her in a while because she didn't find it necessary.

For as long as she could remember, she had been a paragon of patience and forgiveness when it came to Willow. And with the upcoming Christmas festivities, she couldn't help but feel that if her beloved grandfather were still with them, he would want nothing more than for Willow to come home and join the celebrations.

“Why bother caring about her? She's not worth your time,” Tristan replied coldly. Willow is an ungrateful and shameless woman who deserves to suffer. Let her spend Christmas alone on that deserted island! Christmas is no different from any other normal day for her. Anyone who dared to bully Sophie would do well to prepare for the worst, as I would not tolerate anyone mistreating Sophie.

Nevertheless, Sophie insisted, “I think my grandfather would want to see her at home during Christmas.” After all, Willow was still his granddaughter.

Josiah was Sophie's only weakness.

She would make concessions for him that she wouldn't make for anyone else.

“Fine, I'll bring her back. But if she dares to hurt you again, I won't let her off,” Tristan huffed, thinking that Willow was no match for Sophie anyway.

“Okay!”

I've never been afraid of her so it doesn't matter.

After months alone on the island, Willow had to learn how to farm and cook for herself.

In just a few months, she now looked like a middle-aged woman in her thirties, and her skin had become especially tanned.

Upon seeing a ship approaching, she no longer held any hope. She had sought help when she saw ships before, but this island belonged to Tristan; no one dared to come near, let alone take her away from there.

It wasn't until the ship stopped and someone came down that she heard, “Willow, let's go! You've always wanted to leave, right? It's almost Christmas, so we'll take you back to see your family!”

Willow was stunned.

Is it almost Christmas? Time flies!

“Are you coming or not? If you still want to stay here, we won't force you.”

How could Willow possibly not want to leave?

She had been hoping to leave that place and never come back from the moment she got there. How could she want to stay here?