Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 789

CHAPTER 789 WHO ELSE CAN I CALL

“Felix, he bullied me. Do as you see fit.” Pouting, Ysabelle muttered pitifully.

Felix was exasperated. He, too, wanted to seek revenge for Ysabelle.

“I'll take them head-on and avenge you. Stay here and watch.” That's too much! How could he bully my girl?

After hearing what Felix said, Ysabelle gave a serious nod.

“Go get them, Felix! I know you can do it. You must destroy him completely!” Hmph, what a bully!

An evil grin grew on Tristan's lips as he cast an eye on Felix.

“I don't mind winning all of your money since you're a loaded fool,” Tristan said arrogantly.

He certainly possessed the capability to do so.

To some, poker was a game of chance where people relied on luck to win it. To Tristan, a naturally talented and skillful player, he could win anytime despite being dealt a bad hand. It was almost impossible to win money from him.

Felix knew very well that he was not Tristan's match. However, he could not let the matter slide because the latter made his girlfriend cry.

Hence, Felix became the next target tortured at the poker table.

Ysabelle saw everything unfold before her and was rendered speechless.

Who said he was going to win the game for my sake? Now, he even got himself into trouble!

“Sophie, are you sure you want to marry Uncle Tristan? He's inhumane, isn't he?” He's winning all the time!

After hearing her comment, Tristan looked at her.

“Felix, I'm going to be ruthless all the way since your girlfriend has said so explicitly.” How dare she doubt my relationship with Sophie? This is absolutely unforgivable.

Sophie was sitting next to Felix. After playing for a few rounds, she got bored and requested Tristan to replace her.

“Okay, I'm going to quit the game. It's no fun playing with them.” It becomes meaningless when one keeps winning the game, okay?

Oh my, what a match made in heaven! The sharp-tongued couple was so mean with their words. Yet, nobody dared to challenge them. After all, their poker skills were incredible!

“Okay, let's go! Playing poker with them is a total bore. Let me drive you home. We can go have fun at Lostaria when we have time.” I've been so busy lately. Anyhow, we should definitely do that when we're free.

Right then, Arius sprang to his feet.

“Let's go. You're responsible for taking me home since you're the one who brought me here.” Arius did not drive that day, and it was not easy to hail a taxi in a neighborhood full of mansions.

“You're an adult. Go figure it out yourself.” Tristan chose to ignore the man.

Arius did not say a thing and merely stared at Sophie.

“Take me home, Sophie. It's hard to get a taxi here.”

Why do these two act like this all the time? Words eluded Sophie.

“That's enough. Mr. Tristan, please get your driver to send him home. It's true that it's hard to hail a taxi here.” Who would take a taxi to an affluent area? Moreover, it's Christmas!

“Okay, I'll get the driver to do that.”

“What about you? Aren't you going back tonight? Don't tell me you're spending the night here?” Arius asked when he noticed Sophie did not intend to leave.

Is this guy dumb or what? This is exactly why I hate Arius. To go home or not, that's for Sophie and me to decide. What's that got to do with him? Tristan scoffed inwardly.

“You go ahead. Oh, by the way, let's go visit Dr. Smith tomorrow.”

Barney's family had already arrived, but they never really celebrated Christmas. Sophie was sure they'd feel melancholy and empty when surrounded by the festivities.

“Sure. I'll be home waiting for you to come and get me tomorrow morning.” Arius was not in the mood to go anywhere. However, he would make an exception if it was to visit Barney.

“All right,” Sophie agreed. Arius has been such a lazy bum recently!

As the driver sent Arius away, Felix took Ysabelle elsewhere to have fun. Meanwhile, Sarah, who had had a long day, went upstairs to rest.

Sophie and Tristan were the only ones left behind. They hung out in the living room, cuddled on the couch, and watched the Christmas Gala replaying on the television.

In truth, Sophie had already seen the same show the night before when she was at home. However, nothing interesting was showing on the television, so she decided to watch it again.

“Are you staying or leaving?” It was getting late. If she wanted to go home, he would drive her back immediately.

“I'll leave.”

She was not used to staying in another person's house. Even though it was Tristan's home, she still felt rather uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go then.” Tristan got up and went to get her down jacket and scarf. He then put them on for her.

The housekeepers were extremely surprised to see the usually aloof and lofty man helping his girlfriend put on the clothes.

Wow, Mr. Lombard treats his girlfriend so well!

Tristan could not be bothered by their expressions. He continued helping her wear her jacket, zip it up, and then put on a scarf and hat for her. He even fixed her hair.

“Tristan, I'm afraid I'll become useless and lazy if I'm with you any longer.” He was always helping her do things. There was no need for her to move even a finger.

“I don't mind if my actions spoil you rotten. In fact, I enjoy doing things for you.” He loved taking care of everything for her.

After putting on a jacket, Tristan walked out of the house holding Sophie's hand.

As the two of them were heading out, Felix sent Ysabelle home. When the latter saw Sophie, she quickly ran toward her.

“It's already so late. Are you sure you want to go home now? Why don't you stay and keep me company?” Uncle Tristan has been keeping her all to himself these few days. How domineering!

“I'll pass. I'm more at ease when I'm in my own house.” The place where she lived belonged to Tristan too. However, she preferred hanging out with him there.

“All right, then. Be careful on the road, Uncle Tristan.” Ysabelle was still a bit reluctant to let her go.

Everyone would be busy with their own things right after Christmas, and soon, classes would start again.

That was why Ysabelle wanted to spend all the time she had with Sophie.

Tristan opened the car door for Sophie to enter, saying, “Ignore her; she's just being childish. She'll be fine in a while.”

“Yup, I know.” Ysabelle was several months older than Sophie. However, perhaps due to the differences in their personalities, the latter always wanted to look out for the former.

“What I mean is that I don't like it when you pay too much attention to others. I want to be the only one who ever exists in your eyes.” That was what he truly wanted to say.

Sophie fell silent. What is this man thinking? My life can't revolve around him and him only! That's impossible.

Initially, Sophie wanted to go straight to bed, but Wendy called. Instead of ignoring it, she answered her phone in front of Tristan.

“Ms. Sophie, I know I shouldn't disturb you on Christmas, but I have no idea who else to call!”

Wendy's voice was trembling, and one could tell that she was about to cry.

“What's wrong? Don't panic and speak slowly.” As Wendy was one of Transfix Cosmetics' employees, Sophie would never let anyone bully her.