Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Too Ostentatious

When Tristan had finished the work at hand, he went upstairs. Unexpectedly, he glimpsed a shaft of light from the gap in Sophie’s room door.

He walked over and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on her door, Sophie placed her phone on the nightstand before going over and opening the door.

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

Puzzlement was written all over Sophie’s face. I wonder what else he wants at this hour.

“No, everything’s fine. I just saw that the light in your room is on, so I came to ask you what you were doing. Are you having trouble sleeping? It’s very late now.” She still needs to go to school tomorrow. Keeping such hours is too erratic, and it’ll be bad for health.

“No, I just talked on the phone with a friend. That took a bit of time, so I’m not asleep yet.”

“Oh, I see. In that case, sleep earlier. Or perhaps you’d like me to keep you company?” Tristan couldn’t resist the urge to tease her every so often.

Sophie said nothing.

Her usual response was silence.

“All right, I was just joking. Don’t take it to heart and don’t sleep too late.”

“I can’t sleep, Mr. Tristan. How about you tell me a story?”

How long has it been since someone told me a story? When we were young, Mom and Dad always loved to tell Willow stories, but they never gave me the same courtesy. Perhaps it’s because I’m too cold and indifferent that they aren’t close to me.

“So, you really can’t sleep? Did something happen that I’m unaware of? Do you mind sharing with me?”

“No, I just have a bit of insomnia. Tell me a story, will you?”

“Sure! It’s my pleasure!” Tristan was more than eager to draw close to her, so he naturally agreed when she proposed such a request.

Sophie lay down on the bed with a premier duvet over her. The duvet wasn’t all that thick, but it was exceedingly warm.

That was the best duvet, a conclusion drawn after Tristan had Felix compare the duvets of more than ten brands.

While she lay on the bed all toasty under the duvet, Tristan only had a white, thin sweater on him.

The central air-conditioning was running, but she didn’t set the temperature that high, so she had no idea whether he was cold.

“Are you cold?”

The corners of Tristan’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Yeah. Do you want to huddle under the covers and chat with me?”

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

All right, that was remiss of me. I shouldn’t have asked that.

“Do I look like a heinous man who kidnaps young girls?”

Even Tristan found himself all too similar to such a kind of person then, for he couldn’t help teasing her at every turn.

“All right, I got it. Don’t look at me with such a look in your eyes.” He really couldn’t withstand further temptation, albeit her doing nothing at all.

As long as she looked at him with that particular gaze, desire inexorably blazed within him.

Tristan cast his mind back to the past. He hadn’t heard that many stories when he was young.

“I have no bedtime stories. How about I tell you about my stories in the business world throughout the years?”

It’s pretty good if I can use such a method to have her understand me better.

In response, Sophie nodded. Right. How could someone like him have bedtime stories in his memories?

“I grew up together with Felix and the others. Once upon a time, we were even sent to the special forces to train…”

Tristan started speaking of some incidents that had taken place while they were part of the special forces.

It was then that the four of them forged a strong and deep friendship.

As Sophie listened to him talk about his past, she gradually felt sleepy.

Her eyelids grew increasingly heavier, and she eventually drifted into slumber.

Gazing at her beautiful sleeping countenance, Tristan pulled the duvet over her before leaving her room.