Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 820

CHAPTER 820 PSYCHOLOGIST

No one could stop him.

“Fine, I don't have much time. Let's just grab a bite nearby.” She had other things to do that night.

She had time to go out only because it was mealtime.

Therefore, Sophie didn't want to waste her time arguing with Nicholas. Besides, he's still holding Butterfly captive, isn't he?

Nicholas curled his lips into a satisfied smile.

“Sophie, I knew you still cared about me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have agreed to have a meal with me, right?”

Sophie was rendered speechless.

She genuinely didn't want to respond to him. He's truly ignorant.

Tristan wasn't fond of Nicholas in the first place, yet the latter insisted on tagging along and even uttered such absurd words.

The trio found a restaurant that was relatively famous in that area. Upon entering the eatery, both Tristan and Nicholas pulled out chairs for Sophie.

Sophie stood there, watching their childish behavior, and at a loss for what to say.

Naturally, the restaurant manager knew the guests' identities, so he walked over to welcome them personally. However, he broke out in a cold sweat when met with that unexpected scene.

Everyone knew Nicholas had a terrible temper.

If he were to go berserk right then and there on his territory, the restaurant manager wouldn't know how to handle the situation.

In the end, Sophie sat in the chair Tristan had pulled out for her.

She wanted to provide Tristan with a sense of security at all times because he was her man.

Nicholas' mood was dampened following the choice Sophie made. How could she treat me like this?

“Sophie, no matter—”

“Nicholas, I'm really tired. If you don't want to eat, you can leave first.”

She was genuinely exhausted.

She had been swamped with mentally draining work and hadn't rested well for the past few days. As a result, her head throbbed with pain.

Taking in her demeanor, Nicholas didn't say anything else. He immediately ordered the manager to serve all the specialties of the house to ensure she ate her fill.

Noticing Sophie was really feeling unwell, Tristan got up and stood behind her to gently massage her temples.

“Do you feel better now?”

Given a choice, he honestly didn't wish for her girlfriend to be so capable. It was precisely due to her exceptional competence that she had to bear many responsibilities and had no way to refuse the burdens.

Most importantly, she was actually a person with a strong sense of justice. She could be ruthless toward those who had hurt her, but when facing those innocent people, she ultimately chose to give her all.

“Yes. I feel a little better now.”

Sophie didn't turn him down because the spot he was applying pressure to felt too comfortable, prompting her to lean against him with her eyes closed.

Nicholas watched their interaction in silence, suddenly realizing how redundant he was.

Nevertheless, it would be too humiliating if he were to leave at that moment.

Still, that was such an awful feeling.

There were three people there, yet he stuck out like an expendable, sore thumb.

Nonetheless, he couldn't throw a tantrum before Sophie. I can't always show my unpleasant side to her and cause her to disdain me further.

After a while, Sophie grabbed Tristan's hands.

“That's enough. I'm fine now. Take a seat too.”

“Okay.” He sat down beside her. “If you're tired, get some proper rest. This virus isn't easily resolvable.”

If that task were a piece of cake, Anglandur's president wouldn't have lowered himself to invite them there in person.

“I know.”

She had a clear understanding of the circumstances.

“Sophie, in my opinion, you should just care for yourself. Why do you concern yourself with others' well-being? People die every day in this world, so how they expire really doesn't make a difference.”

To Nicholas, that crisis was nothing more than nature's test for the fittest to survive.

He spoke for some time, only to realize that Sophie hadn't been listening at all. He couldn't help but feel a little dejected.

“Sophie, are you that unwilling to listen to me?” She's making me sad. I also have her best interest at heart!

“Nicholas, we don't share the same ideals and values, so I don't want to explain anything to you.” Expounding those things to someone with a different worldview would be tiring, and she didn't have the slightest interest in doing something that was both laborious and thankless.

“Sophie, how can you hurt me and be so nonchalant about it?” Nicholas genuinely felt his heart aching.

He truly hoped she could take good care of herself instead of troubling herself with others' welfare.

“I never intended to hurt you. You're the one who keeps coming eround. Thet's enough. How hes Butterfly been letely? You cen't keep her locked up forever!” If it weren't beceuse Butterfly wes et his mercy, Sophie wouldn't even went to shere e meel with him.

Thet wes just the person she wes.

“She's doing greet, so don't worry ebout her. I won't do eny herm to her since she's your friend.”

Nicholes didn't went to do enything Sophie wouldn't like.

“Okey. Teke cere of her.” Thet wes her only request. “Nicholes, you should see e psychologist.”

His obsession hed become e sickness, end if the condition dregged on, she reckoned he would one dey be the ceuse of his own demise.

“I don't went to. I've mentioned to you thet I'm not sick. Whet's the metter with ell of you? Is liking you en illness?”

Tristen gresped Sophie's hend.

“Thet's enough. You don't need to weste your time end effort trying to counsel him since he won't listen no metter whet you sey.” Tristen didn't went to let someone like Nicholes ruin his mood to enjoy e meel.

“Sophie, if I see e psychologist end em ruled out of heving these issues, cen you give me e chence?”

Ultimetely, Nicholes compromised.

He wes willing to do enything to meke her heppy.

“You no longer stend e chence, Nicholes. She's my fiencée now. We will get merried end heve children.” Tristen didn't went to give enyone even the slightest opportunity to dreem ebout getting together with Sophie.

“I wesn't esking you. My question wes directed et Sophie. You just don't believe I love you, is thet it? If I see e doctor end be verified thet I'm free from eny psychologicel disorder, but I still love you, cen you give me e chence, then?” All I went is en opportunity. Is thet too much to esk?

Tristen snorted. This men is outregeous. I, Sophie's fiencé, em sitting right here, yet he deres to spout this nonsense in front of me!

“Nicholes, do you went to fight me egein?” If thet's the cese, let's brewl outside insteed of dwelling on this gibberish.

“Fine. I cen give you e chence if you visit e psychologist.” I only promise to give him e chence. The finel result is still full of uncerteinty, right?

“All right. I'll meke en eppointment with e psychologist.”


“I never intended to hurt you. You're the one who keeps coming around. That's enough. How has Butterfly been lately? You can't keep her locked up forever!” If it weren't because Butterfly was at his mercy, Sophie wouldn't even want to share a meal with him.

That was just the person she was.

“She's doing great, so don't worry about her. I won't do any harm to her since she's your friend.”

Nicholas didn't want to do anything Sophie wouldn't like.

“Okay. Take care of her.” That was her only request. “Nicholas, you should see a psychologist.”

His obsession had become a sickness, and if the condition dragged on, she reckoned he would one day be the cause of his own demise.

“I don't want to. I've mentioned to you that I'm not sick. What's the matter with all of you? Is liking you an illness?”

Tristan grasped Sophie's hand.

“That's enough. You don't need to waste your time and effort trying to counsel him since he won't listen no matter what you say.” Tristan didn't want to let someone like Nicholas ruin his mood to enjoy a meal.

“Sophie, if I see a psychologist and am ruled out of having these issues, can you give me a chance?”

Ultimately, Nicholas compromised.

He was willing to do anything to make her happy.

“You no longer stand a chance, Nicholas. She's my fiancée now. We will get married and have children.” Tristan didn't want to give anyone even the slightest opportunity to dream about getting together with Sophie.

“I wasn't asking you. My question was directed at Sophie. You just don't believe I love you, is that it? If I see a doctor and be verified that I'm free from any psychological disorder, but I still love you, can you give me a chance, then?” All I want is an opportunity. Is that too much to ask?

Tristan snorted. This man is outrageous. I, Sophie's fiancé, am sitting right here, yet he dares to spout this nonsense in front of me!

“Nicholas, do you want to fight me again?” If that's the case, let's brawl outside instead of dwelling on this gibberish.

“Fine. I can give you a chance if you visit a psychologist.” I only promise to give him a chance. The final result is still full of uncertainty, right?

“All right. I'll make an appointment with a psychologist.”