Anything For Her

Chapter 320

Seeing how meticulously Tristan took care of Sophie, Sunny could not help but blink a few times at

Mark in disbelief.

What the h*ck are you doing, Mark? I pulled all the stops in trying to give you this opportunity. Why

can't you get your act together and do something?

“Mark, why don't you give Sophie some crayfish? It's her favorite!”

Having noticed that Mark had barely moved a muscle, Sunny decided to give him a nudge.

“You like crayfish?” asked Tristan.

Sophie nodded. She had always liked crayfish.

Tristan immediately got up and brought the plate of crayfish to Sophie. He then put on some gloves

and began shelling the crayfish for her.

Sunny was rendered speechless at this

The others also looked on, wordlessly.

This was definitely Tristan's style.

“I can't possibly finish all of this myself.” Sophie did like crayfish, but she was not about to finish an

entire platter on her own.

“It's all right. If you like them, feel free to eat more. I'll happily shell them for you,” said Tristan, not

finding the deed troublesome.

Tristan was not too fond of crayfish, given how it was truly a hassle to eat. He did not like having to

shell them. However, since it was Sophie who liked eating them, it was a completely different story.

One could easily tell that Tristan was not used to shelling crayfish. His movements were awkward and

quite stiff.

When Sophie looked down, she saw that the crayfish on her plate gradually began to pile up.

Sophie was quite touched by his gesture.

He's willing to do all this for me so publicly in spite of who he is? I think any woman would be touched

by this!

Meanwhile, Sunny got even angrier.

What the h*ck is Mark doing? I've already nudged him into action, but he still hasn't gotten the hint! In

fact, Tristan has pounced on this opportunity instead!

Mark had, in fact, not said anything at all. He merely concentrated on his own meal, still maintaining his

usual reserved demeanor.

He behaved as if this situation had nothing to do with him at all.

“This has got to be the first time I've seen Tristan shelling crayfish. Oi, Tristan! If Lombard Group goes

under, I'm sure you'd find a job shelling crayfish!” said Felix in jest.

“That's true! I also like crayfish, Tristan! Why don't you shell some for me?” asked Charles with a playful

wink.

They both knew that Tristan fancied Sophie, but they had never imagined that his behavior was going

to be so drastically different.

“Since you like it so much, why don't you have some?” Sophie then handed over some of the peeled

crayfish to Charles.

While he had indeed said he liked crayfish, he dared not receive what Sophie held out to him.

“Hehe, I'm just joking! Mr. Tristan shelled these for you! How can I have them?”

He was not willing to risk his life over a few pieces of crayfish.

“You really don't want any?”

Charles immediately shook his head. He was just joking, after all. He did not have the guts to act on it.

“I've really had enough, Mr. Tristan.” Sophie asked Tristan to stop because her plate was already quite

full of tiny morsels of fish.

“Very well.”

Seeing that Sophie did have plenty of crayfish on her plate, Tristan finally stopped.

Sophie then gave Tristan a large piece.

“Have some too. You needn't take care of me all the time,” said Sophie. She was an adult who was

perfectly capable of tending to her own needs.

“Sophie, I'd really like some barbecue ribs. Can you pass me some?” Sunny could not take it anymore.

He needed to make himself more visible.

“Sunny, will you just quit it?” quipped Sophie with a disapproving glare. After all, this table had an

automatic conveyor belt to transport dishes in one loop.

Sunny looked at her in disbelief.

“Sophie, do you not like me anymore? You've never spoken to me that way before! Besides, you've

always been responsive to my requests in the past!”

Sophie was annoyed at this.

I've always treated you like a friend!

Mark then gave Sunny some ribs while also giving him a pointed look.

“Do you need more? I can pile more onto your plate if so. Just be quiet and enjoy your meal.”

Sunny bit his lower lip with an incredulous look on his face. I'm doing this for your sake, Mark! Why are

you treating me like this?

However, seeing the stern look on Mark's face made Sunny rethink his actions. He decided to hold his

tongue instead and focused on his food.

Ysabelle giggled, seeing the way Sunny behaved.

“What are you laughing at? What's so funny?” huffed Sunny, both embarrassed and annoyed.

“It's nothing. I just think you're so cute like this!” replied Ysabelle with a giggle.

Felix, on the other hand, was not happy to hear Ysabelle praise Sunny.

“But he's so childish! How is that cute?” asked Felix. He suddenly felt alarmed seeing that.

“Hey, who are you calling childish? When was I childish? I'm very mature, all right? You're the one who

can't tell left from right!” said Sunny with a huff.

Felix was initially going to ignore him. He's just a brat who hasn't quite grown up yet.

“I'd suggest keeping your distance from him,” said Felix into Ysabelle's ear. “His questionable mental

state is quite contagious.”

“Felix, how could you say that? Don't you think Sunny is quite cute this way?” Although he seemed

immature, it did not make Sunny any less childish.

“I don't think so. I also think that calling a man 'cute' isn't a good thing either,” retorted Felix. Why did he

need to approve of another man's behavior anyway?

Throughout this entire meal, Mark felt a little awkward because of Sunny's behavior.

However, Sophie and Tristan seemed to be unaffected by this.

After dinner, Sunny was determined to create an opportunity for Mark to confess his feelings for

Sophie.

No matter what, Mark has already made preparations for tonight. He has to confess to her, regardless

of the outcome. Otherwise, all this would've been for naught.

Having seen the way Sophie and Tristan interacted with each other, Sunny had a sinking feeling that

Mark did not stand a chance.

As such, Sunny deliberately unlocked his phone and dialed Sophie's number.

“Sophie, can you meet me outside? I need to talk to you.”

“What is it? Can't you come inside and talk?” asked Sophie suspiciously.

“Sophie, what's gotten into you? Why would I seek you out if I didn't have anything to say? Would it

hurt if you came out for a bit?” asked Sunny, audibly disgruntled.

“Fine. I'll come out.” For some reason, Sophie had always been tolerant of Sunny's behavior.

Although they were both close in age, Sophie had always treated Sunny as she would a younger

sibling, perhaps due to her own maturity.

As Sophie went to see Sunny, Ysabelle immediately went to speak to Tristan.

“Uncle Tristan, Mark is going to confess his feelings to Sophie. Aren't you going to keep an eye on

them?” Regardless of what happened, Ysabelle was rooting for her Uncle Tristan. “I think you should

go! You do know that Sophie doesn't see Mark the same way. What if—”

“There isn't a what-if,” replied Tristan matter-of-factly, interrupting her. “If Sophie fancied Mark, they'd

have been together ages ago. I doubt they'd have waited so long to be together.”

Tristan was absolutely certain about this.

“Uncle Tristan, do you not care the slightest? After all, Sophie did spend quite a bit of time with them in

the past.” Ysabelle had no intention of gossiping, but she was worried that Sophie and Mark would end

up together.

“I trust Sophie. Besides, she's an individual. She has the right to spend time with her friends.”

Tristan could not behave selfishly and forbid Sophie from meeting friends of the opposite sex, just

because he had feelings for her.