Chapter 95 Go To My Room
Thinking she had misheard him, Ysabelle dug at her ear and asked calmly, “What did you say? Can you repeat that?”
“I said, I want to share a room with you!” Felix was determined to spend more time with her at all costs. “You hear that, Uncle Tristan? Your friend here wants to bed me!” Ysabelle said.
Felix fell silent upon hearing that. Wait… Did she get the wrong idea or something? I said I wanted to share a room with her, not share a bed with her!
Noticing that Tristan had narrowed his eyes menacingly, Felix raised his arms in a surrendering motion and exclaimed, “That’s not true, Mr. Tristan! I’ve never thought about that at all!”
Sophie picked up the volleyball and stepped forward as she said, “Don’t worry, Ysabelle! He can’t possibly win!”
“Hey, Mr. Tristan! Your girlfriend is bullying me!” Felix exclaimed.
“That’s fine. I’ll help her bully you in a bit!” Tristan replied with a smile.
Just like that, what should’ve been a fair volleyball match ended with the three of them ganging up on Felix.
Unhappy with his loss, Felix grumbled when he was alone with Tristan, “Hey, Mr. Tristan! Don’t you want to be in the same room with Sophie? I actually thought you were going to help me out earlier!”
“I’m warning you, Felix. Ysabelle is still very young!”
What the f*ck? Does he really see me as a heartless pervert?
“I just wanted to spend more time with her, d*mn it! Why must you all bully me like this? You’re such a meanie, Mr. Tristan!” Felix lamented.
“I won’t stop you once Ysabelle turns twenty, so stop your whining.”
What? I have to wait till she’s twenty? There are tons of kids out there who start dating as early as the age of ten!
“Twenty? A-Are you going to wait till Sophie turns twenty too?”
“Yeah.”
Felix had never thought he would hear that reply from Tristan.
What the… Since when did Mr. Tristan become such a gentleman?
Wilma had always assumed that Tristan was some kind of unreasonable thug that would abuse his powers. Being a huge fan of photography, she had taken a picture of him and Sophie with an instant camera when they were standing next to each other earlier.
Noticing that Tristan was standing by himself, she walked up to him and handed him the photo she had taken.
“You must really like Ms. Sophie, huh? You two look so perfect together!”
Tristan couldn’t help but admire how great the photo looked.
He and Sophie were looking at each other with the former lowering his head and the latter raising hers slightly. Her skirt was billowing in the wind, and the boundless blue sea made a perfect background for the two of them.
“Thanks. Feel free to come to me if you ever need anything,” Tristan said.
Felix saw him staring at the photo when he came back.
“What is it?” he asked as he tried to get a peek, but Tristan put it away before he could see anything.
Oh, come on! It’s just a photo! Would it kill him to let me have a look?
Sophie was feeling a little tired due to the lack of sleep, but she didn’t want to stop Wilma and the others from having a great time. After giving it some thought, she decided to just text them the location for dinner instead.
As Ysabelle and Felix were nowhere to be found, she went back to the hotel with Tristan.
Upon arriving outside her room door, Sophie realized she had forgotten her keycard.
She was about to go back and get it when Tristan grabbed hold of her arm.
“Why don’t you go to my room instead?”
Sophie arched an eyebrow at him in response.
“I’m not suggesting anything, okay? I just think it’s too much of a hassle to go all the way back there for a keycard. Besides, you’re tired, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Sophie mumbled as she followed him to his presidential suite.
“Go ahead and take a nap. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”
“Okay.”
As she had only slept for four hours the night before, Sophie soon drifted off into a very deep sleep.
Tristan decided to get some work done on his computer outside to kill time. The general manager of Lombard Group started whining the moment Tristan answered his video call.
“When will you be coming back, Mr. Tristan? Please come back as soon as you can!”
My goodness… Our CEO sure is something else! How on earth does he get so much work done so effortlessly? I can barely get a few hours of sleep every day!
Tristan frowned, as he had only been gone for a few days. “What’s wrong? Just keep up the good work. I’m sure you can handle it.”
“I…”
The general manager was on the verge of crying at that point. D*mn… I can’t believe he’s out there enjoying his vacation while I’m working my a*s off here every single day!
“Is there anything else you wish to report? If not, I’m going to hang up and go take a nap. I’m a little tired after playing volleyball all morning.”
The general manager could only sigh at his fate as he reluctantly got back to work.
Tristan quietly returned to the room after ending the video call.
Sophie was lying on the huge, white bed with the blanket covering her from the waist down.
Her long, brown hair was spread across the bed, and her skin looked even fairer in contrast to the dark bed sheet.
Tristan sat down on the floor and rested his head on the bed as he stared at her.
Sophie looked so pure and vulnerable when she was asleep that he felt like protecting her in his embrace forever.
Due to her staying up so late, she was still asleep by the time Ysabelle and the others returned.
Ysabelle went looking for Sophie in her room when it was time for dinner but found no one inside.
“Sophie isn’t in her room, Felix.”
“Hmph! In that case, she must be in Mr. Tristan’s room!”
Unbelievable! He’s such a jerk for practicing double standards!
“Are you serious? I can’t believe Uncle Tristan would go for it so soon!”
Although she liked Sophie a lot too, she found it a little more acceptable if it was her uncle who dated Sophie.
Felix headed over to Tristan’s room with Ysabelle and knocked on the door.
Tristan frowned when he opened the door and saw the two of them standing outside.
“It’s time for dinner, Mr. Tristan!”
“You two go on ahead. Sophie is still asleep, so I’ll stay here with her. Tell Wilma and the others that she won’t be joining them and that they can eat whatever they want because it’s on me.”
Ysabelle gasped in shock. “She’s still sleeping? Uncle Tristan, Soph is still very young! How could you…”
I knew it! Men are all sc*mbags!
She was going to continue yelling at him, but Felix had dragged her away before she could do so.
Tristan simply ignored her and shut the door after they left.
“Why did you stop me, Felix? Can’t you see that my uncle has gone too far?”
“She’s just sleeping…”
“Shut up! How could you say such a thing?”
“Hey, I’m not the one who slept with her, Belle! Why are you taking it out on me?”
What? Does he want to sleep with Sophie too? Ysabelle shot him a fierce glare and asked, “You want me to go tell my uncle about that?”
Felix quickly grabbed her by the arm.
“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it like that! Are you trying to get me killed?”
Mr. Tristan will have my head on a silver platter if he finds out about this!
Meanwhile, Sophie had woken up and come out of the room to pour herself a glass of water.
Noticing that she was walking barefooted, Tristan came over and scooped her into his arms.
“Mr. Tristan, I think you’re getting a little too used to carrying me lately,” Sophie commented with an eyebrow arched.
“Why didn’t you put some slippers on?” Tristan asked as he set her down on the bed.
I know that the presidential suite has a carpet on the floor, but it’s still quite chilly! She should at least put some slippers on!
“I got thirsty.”
Tristan got up and poured her a warm glass of water when he heard that.
“Ysabelle and the others must’ve returned by now, right? It’s about time we head out for dinner.”
As Sophie had just woken up, she had a lazy vibe about her when she spoke.
