Anything For Her

Chapter 136 Irresistible Passion

“Why aren’t you going in?” Sophie approached him and asked softly.

“You’re finally home.” The one who was authoritative, high, and mighty seemed so pitiful at that instant.

Tristan stretched out his right arm and pulled her into his embrace. He hugged her by the waist with

another arm and rested his forehead on hers.

Sophie’s heart skipped a beat upon his sudden action.

How long has he been standing here? Why are his body and breath so cold?

“Mr. Tristan —”

As soon as her words fell, the man moved and pinned her to the wall. Then, he began to kiss her.

His kiss was swift and somewhat aggressive, to the extent that Sophie felt a stinging pain on her lips.

Gradually, he slowed things down and kissed her gently.

Then, he stopped and hugged her quietly.

If only she was older… He had to fight the desire from within to dismiss the thought of launching a

series of amorous advances toward her.

He wanted to let her know how much he cared for her so badly.

“Shall we go in now? It’s cold out here.” The winter in Jipsdale was freezing cold even though it was

just the beginning of the season.

He touched her hands and felt the cold. Immediately, he covered both her palms with his and strode

toward the apartment.

Upon scanning his thumbprint, the door unlocked itself, and the heater was also automatically switched

on.

Sophie was a bit surprised that he was so quick to act and seemed very familiar with it.

“What’s wrong? Still feeling cold?” Tristan frowned as he seated her on his lap.

The ambiguous position made Sophie blush.

“Mr. Tristan, I—”

Without paying heed to what she was saying, he kept her locked in his arms as if she was his most

treasured prize.

“Where were you?”

I bet the main reason why he’s not his usual self is because I turned him down for a meal and met Arius instead.

“Mr. Tristan, something urgent came up, and I had to meet an important person today. I promise to buy

you a meal another day,” she tried to pacify him.

“An important person? Is the person more important than me?” He was very particular about it.

Sophie was rendered speechless.

When Tristan heard that she was seen with a man at Cloud Nine Hotel, he was blazing with rage.

It was not because he did not trust her, but he lacked confidence in himself.

He felt like he was in no position to question her. Hence, at that moment, he wanted to destroy every

single man on earth just to be with her forever.

However, when he saw her walking out of the elevator after having waited outside the apartment for

three long hours, his pent-up anger just faded away within seconds.

“Quite important.” I wouldn’t have been here if it was not for Arius—the man I met when I first came to Horington five years ago.

Hearing her stating so, Tristan felt as though his heart was instantly torn apart, and the pain was

unbearable.

Sophie felt a little down when she noticed the disappointed look on his face.

What’s going on?

“Mr. Tristan, I’ll definitely treat you to a big meal one day. Just the two of us.” Can he stop staring at me like that?

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Do I really care about getting a free meal? What has got into her head to arrive at this conclusion?

At first, Sophie wanted to call Josiah as soon as she arrived home. Now that Tristan was present, she

could not make the phone call anymore.

I guess I’ll have to go pick Grandpa up personally from the Tanner residence tomorrow.

That night, Tristan stayed at Wisteria Apartments for quite a while. Although he knew her bedtime, he

refused to leave.

“Mr. Tristan, I’m getting sleepy.”

“Go to bed, then.” Still, he did not seem like he was getting ready to go home.

“Do you have something to say to me, Mr. Tristan?” Sophie sighed. This is so not him.

“Nope! It’s late, you should go and get some rest.” Tristan walked her to the bedroom and said, “Get a

hot shower, then sleep. “

Sophie stood behind the door. She could sense that he was going through emotional turmoil. However,

she had no idea how to coax him or make him feel better.

“What’s the matter?” Tristan asked tenderly.

Sophie shook her head.

In the end, she decided to shut the door.

Whatever. If he can’t think things through, no one else can help him with it.

Tristan went back to the living room, took a bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass.

He was well aware that he should leave, but he just could not bring himself to do so, given the

circumstance. The longer he stayed at Sophie’s place, the more secure he felt. At the very least, he

could convince himself that he mattered more to her compared to anyone else.

After taking a shower and getting changed, Sophie walked to the living room in her pajama. Just as

expected, Tristan was still there. He seemed really lonely, standing by the French windows, drinking.

Sophie approached him and poured herself a glass. Then, she took a tiny sip.

Without saying a word, she kept him company while looking out of the window at the hustle and bustle

of the city.

Moments later, Tristan put aside his wine glass and strode toward her. He hugged her from the back

and buried his face in the curve of her neck.

Sophie remained silent. She allowed him to embrace her as he wished.

His hug was very warm and enchanting, to a point whereby she could not resist it. As a matter of fact,

she enjoyed it.

When the both of them had finished a bottle of wine, Tristan landed a kiss on Sophie’s forehead and

left with a heavy heart.

When Constance arrived at Jipsdale Hospital the following morning, she was greeted by a mess

created by Mason.

He hurled his breakfast all over the floor.

It had been days since the surgery was done, but he still could not stand on his feet.

No matter how many times he had attempted, he failed again and again.

Looking across at the messy room, Constance heart ached.

“Mason, I’ll get the best doctor to treat you. So, please don’t give up,” consoled Constance.

“I want to see Sophie.”

She had become his only hope.

Constance furrowed her brows and said, “Mason, I’ve looked for Sophie many times. However, she

refused to see you. Why are you still thinking about her?”

She could not understand why was her son so stubborn.

“I want to see Sophie! Get out of my room and leave me alone.”

At that moment, Mason was no longer the dashing guy he used to be. Conversely, he looked rather

disheveled and unkempt.

It was the weekend. Willow requested the driver to take her to the hospital early in the morning. It

turned out that those were the first few words she heard.

I’ve been taking care of Mason tirelessly for several days now. Yet, I don’t even have a place in his heart?

She clenched her fists tightly, unwilling to accept the truth.

Have I lost to Sophie? Do I really want to admit defeat?

Constance exited the ward and saw Willow standing right there. Obviously, she overheard their

conversation.

“Willa, I can’t let Mason continue living like this. Ask your mother to call Sophie and make her come to

the hospital.”

“Mrs. Laird…” Willow thought that Constance was on her side all along. Never in a million years would

she have imagined Constance to get so pushy.

“Willa, I don’t have a choice right now, except to make use of Sophie temporarily. Trust me, you’ll be

the only one who ends up by Mason’s side.”

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