Pursuing Her (Sophie and Tristan)

Chapter 9 Do Not Doubt His Words

probably hadn’t had lunch.“Nope. Are you planning to treat me to lunch, Uncle Tristan? Okay, then! I want to eat the cuisine at Pegasus Pavilion!”“Okay.” Tristan nodded in agreement.“Really? You’re too nice to me, Uncle Tristan!” Ysabelle hugged his arm in elation.However, at the man’s icy gaze, she immediately dropped her hold on him. Oh God, how could I have forgotten that he detests others touching him?“I’ve still got something to do, Ysabelle.” Sophie didn’t plan on eating with them.Upon hearing that, Ysabelle grabbed her hand at once, clutching it tightly.“I must thank you for this incident today, Sophie. Thus, I insist on treating you to this meal. If you don’t go, it means that you don’t regard me as your friend.” Her tone was firm, but the expression on her face was incredibly coy. “Please? Pretty please? It’s just lunch. My uncle isn’t going to eat you,” she continued coaxing.Cough! Cough! Cough! Felix couldn’t help coughing. Perhaps Mr. Tristan really wants to eat her up!“What’s wrong with you, Mr. Northley? Go to the hospital and get yourself checked up if you’re not feeling well.”“No, no, I’m fine.” Felix swiftly waved a dismissive hand before saying, “I’ll make a reservation at Pegasus Pavilion right now.”Sophie was most afraid of girls like Ysabelle, who was cute and kittenish, for she couldn’t bring herself to turn the latter down.“Okay.” She nodded since it was just a meal anyway.“I’ll go and drive the car over. You guys can wait for me here.” Felix promptly trotted off to get the car.When the car arrived, Tristan personally opened the car door for Ysabelle.“Go in.”“Uncle Tristan, I can sit in the back with Sophie!” In truth, Ysabelle still wanted to cling to Sophie longer. Alas, a look from the man had her slipping into the passenger seat at lightning speed.After closing the car door, Tristan opened the car door to the back seat for Sophie.“After you.”It was clear as day that his attitude toward her was far better than his own niece.Sophie got into the car and moved inward. Tristan climbed in as well. The two of them sat side by side.When Felix saw that, the urge to laugh seized him. He’s being too obvious, isn’t he? But is he really serious about a girl who’s only eighteen years old? Why did I never realize that he’s such a beast, liking them young?“What do you like to eat, Sophie?” Ysabelle turned and gazed at Sophie earnestly.“I’m not picky.”In the face of her smiling countenance, Sophie truly couldn’t bring herself to be harsh and unrelenting. Verily, she resembled a friend of hers very closely.Throughout the drive, Ysabelle asked her questions every so often. In fact, she was the one doing all the speaking.Surprisingly, Sophie, who always wore a chilly expression with others, answered all her questions, albeit briefly.By the time they arrived at Pegasus Pavilion, the manager was already waiting outside.The instant he spotted Felix’s car, he instantly stepped forward and welcomed them.“Mr. Tristan, Mr. Northley, Ms. Ysabelle. Everything is ready.”Tristan alighted from the car first. He waited until Sophie had also gotten out before closing the car door.The manager had already helped Ysabelle open the car door. After getting out, she quickly went over to Sophie.“Let’s go in, Sophie! We’re going to the washroom first, Uncle Tristan!” After saying that, she strode in, dragging Sophie with her.Felix then alighted from the car and went over to Tristan.“Sophie is remarkably patient with Ysabelle! From the look of things, she’s very fond of her.” After all, she has never given us any quarter!“Yeah.” Naturally, Tristan discerned that as well.“Judging from the situation, you’ve got to depend on Ysabelle if you want to draw close to her.”Ignoring him, Tristan headed straight to the private room.A few minutes passed before Ysabelle brought Sophie into the private room.“Let me do the introductions, Sophie! This is my uncle, Tristan Lombard. In the future, you can follow me and address him as Uncle Tristan.”Hearing that, Felix, who was drinking water, almost choked.“Mr. Lombard.” Sophie didn’t address Tristan as Uncle Tristan. She had no blood ties with him, so she didn’t want to profess something false.“You really don’t have to stand on formality, Soph. Whatever’s mine is yours, so my uncle is also your uncle.”“Ysabelle.” Tristan didn’t give her the opportunity to continue spouting nonsense when that address carried a generational gap.Following his glare, Ysabelle could only zip her mouth.The manager came over to take their orders personally, giving