Chapter 105
This was simply… a scoundrel! Sophistry! Glib and deceitful!
She couldn’t be bothered to delve deeply into that… inexplicable kiss with him.
She was indeed bewitched at that time, completely captivated by his scheme.
Long before Tristan Yeats approached, she should have slapped him away, and there would have been no talk of any engagement.
If blame must be placed, it should be on this alluring demon!
Sophia, bristling with anger, glared at him with a flushed face.
Currently, the flushed face was due to anger!
But, as she glared over this time, Sophia then suddenly realized…
How close she actually was to Tristan Yeats now.
When she had just dragged Tristan Yeats in, her mind was filled with that inexplicable kiss, and his nonsense in front of her grandfather.
Then, in a fit of anger, she had forcibly pinned him against the door, and to prevent him from escaping, she had pressed he entire body against his legs and his body.
Clearly, this was a suppressive action, a move used to subdue an enemy taller than oneself.
Yet, it was only now she realized… in such a position, at such a distance, it was like she was flirting wth him!
One of her hands was still tightly grasping the originally neat and white collar of the man’s shirt!
The movement must have been too much, she had torn off a few of his buttoned buttons, causing the shirt to loosen and reveal a stretch of cold white chest muscles.
Sophia was not looking at Tristan’s chest muscles for the first time.
But, the impact this time was entirely different!
Her hand was tightly clutching the wrinkled shirt, and the buttons scattered in disarray; what was in her eye was the sexy collarbone her fingertips had pressed and grazed, which had turned a tinge of blush due to her rough actions.
Above that, the slightly convex, seductive Adam’s apple moved up and down under her gaze, carrying an intensely sensual feel.
It was like teasing a cat, approaching to take a bite.
And the man was still smiling, a low chuckle that echoed through his chest, transmitting through her hand resting on him, reverberating back to her.
Tingly and numb.
It was like an electric current running through her.
Sophia only felt a sudden heat on her palm, as if her entire being was briefly scalded.
The redness on her face had turned into a blush from the heat.
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Even her ears were flushed with a crimson hue.
This posture… it seemed as if she was some rogue woman forcefully cornering a man against the door, aggressively overpowering him!
Sophia blushed so hard, hurriedly releasing her hold on Tristan Yeats, eager to retreat.
Suddenly, a large hand forcefully pressed against her waist..
The scorching sensation of the palm, through the thin white T–shirt, burned her skin like a raging fire.
Sophia’s delicate body stiffened abruptly, unable to react.
Suddenly, a force gripped her waist.
The next second, she found herself switched positions with Tristan.
She was pressed against the door by him.
The man, in an aggressive stance, trapped her within the embrace of his arms.
And the man’s other hand was cradling her head.
That familiar, rich woody fragrance, mixed with an invasive, fiery breath, engulfed Sophia, wrapping her completely.
Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, her entire body tingling as if an electric current had surged through her.
“You…”
Her lips were dry, and even her voice sounded a bit hoarse when she spoke.
After uttering a word, her throat became so tense that she kept swallowing.
A hint of panic spread across her bright eyes, also showing a touch of cat–like embarrassment and annoyance, as she tried to withdraw her hand being held, wanting to break free from his restraint.
However, her notable height among women seemed exceptionally petite in front of Tristan Yeats.
The man held her tightly, leaving no room for
escape.
Tristan curled his lips, his voice low and magnetic, lazily alluring, ‘Forced yourself on me and then want to run?”
Sophia’s face turned even redder, her bright eyes glaring even more angrily, “I was… questioning you!”
Tristan Yeats laughed, his jade–like fingers pinching the girl’s waist, carelessly rubbing, “Well, now that you’re done questioning, isn’t it my turn?”
The tickling sensation on her waist made Sophia feel a tingling electricity throughout her body.
Her round bright eyes glared at him fiercely, “When did I finish questioning?”
Moreover, he didn’t even bother to answer her questions properly!
He kept deliberately guiding her… to recall that kiss at the hospital!
Facing the girl’s eyes, which were as red and round as an angry cat, Tristan’s pupils shone with a dark, blazing light, “It’s okay, the questions you want to ask and what we need to discuss are the same thing. We might as well… talk it over together.”
Sophia tried to move her body but couldn’t budge, “Is this how to have a proper conversation?”
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“Isn’t this how you… want to talk to me?” Tristan Yeats spoke slowly, curling his thin lips, leaning down gradually with a smile, whispering into her ears, “I learned all this from you, dear.”
Sophia was at a loss of words again.
She was just too worried that Tristan would say some nonsense in front of her grandpa, so in a moment of panic, she… pressed him against the door!
Didn’t she realize the problem and tried to retreat in time?
Now it was he who wouldn’t let her go!
Who would discuss serious matters in such an ambiguous posture?
Should they just talk about it in bed instead?
“Sophia, do you dislike me?”
At this distance, as soon as he spoke, his hot breath cascaded down, wrapping around the skin of her ears and neck.
Sophia only felt that the places touched by the hot breath were tingling and numb, making her want to evade, yet there was no way to escape.
It seemed that if she didn’t answer it properly.
He would maintain this pose, enveloping her with that hot breath and the aroma of wood.
Sophia ground her teeth, saying through clenched teeth, “You asked this question before, and I have already answered.”
Tristan exhaled his warm breath slowly, “I want to hear your answer again.”
Sophia’s body tensed even more, her slender white fingertips curling slightly, “I don’t exactly dislike you.”
If she disliked him.
There would have been no interaction with Tristan at all.
And she certainly wouldn’t have given him the chance to pin her against the door!
It was precisely because she didn’t dislike him.
Now she was… stuck in this predicament.
Sophia’s answer made the vibrations in the man’s chest resonate stronger, and his low, lazy laughter echoed by her ear.
“Not dislike, well…”
His voice was laced with a magnetic quality that messed her heart, as he leaned even closer to her nearly crimson ear, “Not disliking means you can be possibly moved, or even liking, then why can’t we fulfill the wishes of the two elders and honor the marriage agreement between our families?”
As the man leaned in closer, the heat of his body enveloped her even more.
His low, magnetic voice, like a rich wine, seeped into Sophia’s heart little by little, nearly intoxicating her beyond recovery.
