Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 977

At that moment, Sophie had no choice but to call Ysabelle.

“What’s wrong?” Ysabelle thought something had happened to Sophie when the latter had not returned after so long.

“My period came,” was all Sophie said. The rest was understood tacitly since there was already an unspoken understanding established between the two. It was not the first time that happened, anyway.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” Ysabelle had brought her bag out with her that day, and it contained sanitary pads.

Seeing she was going to leave, Felix hurried after her.

“What’s up? Where are you going?” It was too chaotic out there; he was worried she could get into trouble if she was alone.

“It’s nothing. Sophie’s in the washroom, and I’m going to check on her.” Ysabelle spared Felix the details of the situation.

Before she left, Tristan handed her an exquisite-looking pouch.

“What’s this?” Ysabelle was puzzled. Is this for me? Since when does Uncle Tristan treat me so well? That’s impossible.

“It’s for Sophie. It has what she needs,” Tristan explained. He remembered when Sophie’s time of the month was, so he naturally had the habit of preparing the essentials for her.

Ysabelle did not understand what was going on until she saw the sanitary pads in the pouch upon arriving at the washroom.

More importantly, it was the brand Sophie always used.

The discovery baffled Ysabelle. Is this how it feels to watch someone flaunt their love for their partner? This is torture.

“Sophie, where are you?”

“Here!”

When Ysabelle heard Sophie’s voice, she passed a sanitary pad into the cubicle.

“Uncle Tristan prepared this for you. This is so unexpected from him. He actually remembers when you’re going to have your period. That’s not all! He even prepared everything for you!” Ysabelle commented.

He’s so attentive. Jeez, I’m envious of her.

She added, “To be honest, I’m becoming a little jealous of you, Sophie.” How could there be such a blessed woman?

“Felix treats you well, too. Don’t always compare him to your uncle. Everyone has different ways of showing love to their loved ones.”

Sophie tidied herself before exiting the cubicle. She could not deny that Tristan, who was originally a high and mighty rich heir, often performed sweet gestures for her after they started dating.

As she stepped out of the cubicle, she washed her hands and wiped them dry with a paper towel before walking out with Ysabelle.

“Sophie, you don’t look too good,” Ysabelle remarked. For women, menstruation was like a serious tribulation.

In fact, it was written all over Sophie’s face.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, but it’s bearable. Don’t worry about it.” Sophie was only feeling a subtle pain in her lower abdomen.

“It’s fine if it’s an ordinary day, but you’re going to enter a race later. Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Ysabelle feared something might go wrong with Sophie’s health.

“I’m fine, really. Trust me.” Sophie’s lips were looking a little pale, but she knew her body’s limits.

There were only ten minutes left till the race by the time Sophie got back. While Ysabelle was still feeling worried, Tristan handed Sophie a mug.

“Have some.” He had already prepared a drink beforehand that could help relieve her discomfort.

“Okay.”

Sophie took a sip, and sure enough, it was the familiar taste of hot cocoa.