Chapter 119
Sophia gave her cheeks a firm pat
Just hearing Tristan’s voice sent heat rushing to her face, burning her ears and tingling her skin
Her attraction to him was beyond control, deep, consuming, almost addictive.
He is so damn flirty, smooth, and charming. The way he teases is absolutely lethal, like a drug that I cannot quit, she wondered.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before turning to step into the walk–in closet, ready to change, and head downstairs to wait for Tristan.
She reached out for a grayish–white hoodie when, suddenly, a memory from yesterday surfaced. Edward had told her to go upstairs and change when he heard Tristan was coming.
Sophia stared at the hoodie in her hand, unmoving. After a brief moment of contemplation, she shut the wardrobe that held her hoodies and plain tees, then turned to another side of the closet, one she had only opened once since moving in.
Walter had specially prepared this particular wardrobe for her before she arrived.
It was packed to the brim with the latest season’s collections from top luxury brands. Every single piece was in her size.
Sophia let her gaze sweep over the rows of exquisite clothing. Then, among them, she spotted a dress, one she had designed herself last year.
Though it was her creation from the previous year, Luminous had only released it last month as part of their latest collection.
Without hesitation, she chose it.
In the three years she had been living at the Stewart Family, she had not worn a single dress. Now, as she slipped it on, the feeling was oddly unfamiliar.
Wearing something this refined, a high ponytail seemed off. So did an intricate updo. In the end, she simply ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall naturally down her back.
Just as she pushed open the bedroom door, a familiar voice from downstairs drifted up.
“Hi. Mr. Roscente.” It was Tristan.
He is here already? Is the Roscente Manor really that close to the Yeats residence?” she wondered.
Sophia made her way down the stairs.
Edward stood there, his brow furrowed, his face rigid, engaged in conversation with Tristan.
At the sound of footsteps, both men instinctively turned their heads.
Sophia was clad in a soft lilac dress, lightweight, silky, flowing with every movement.
The design was deceptively simple, yet each delicate detail accentuated her figure in all the right places.
The cinched waistline made her already slender frame appear even more elegant.
The hem skimmed just above her knees, revealing long, shapely legs that seemed to glow under the light with every graceful step she took down the staircase.
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Her thick, wavy hair cascaded lazily over her shoulder, its soft curls resting near her waist.
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She had always been breathtakingly beautiful, and even without a touch of makeup, she looked utterly enchanting, like a
vision, almost unreal.
It was the first time Tristan had ever seen Sophia in a dress. His gaze locked onto her, darkening in an instant. A storm of emotions swirled in his eyes, raw and intense as if he was about to devour her whole.
The very moment she stepped onto the last stair, Tristan moved. Striding forward, he extended his hand toward her.
Sophia lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes, then slowly placed her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined. A knowing smile passed between them, the air crackling with an unmistakable tension.
Meanwhile, Edward clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at the man who had so boldly taken his precious granddaughter’s
hand.
Like Tristan, he had been momentarily dazzled when he saw Sophia in that lilac dress, so stunning and so radiant. For a brief moment, pride swelled in his chest. But that moment was fleeting.
The moment that realization hit, Edward felt a sharp pang in his chest
Ever since Sophia returned to the Roscente Family, she had always dressed casually and simply.
Even when he wished she would put in a little more effort and asked her to change into something nicer, she never once cared. To her, there was nothing wrong with the way she dressed.
But now the moment she and Tristan made things official, she was suddenly wearing a dress for him.
A deep sense of disappointment washed over Edward, and his face instantly fell. He felt jealousy and heartache. He felt it all.
“Hi, Grandpa.” Sophia greeted him as she reached the bottom of the staircase, her voice light and warm. Edward, however, simply stared at her with pursed lips, sulking like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen.
Sophia stepped closer and playfully poked his arm. “Why do you look so upset?”
“I am not upset,” Edward huffed, his tone firm, though the way he turned his head away made it painfully obvious that he was lying.
Walter, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, could not take it anymore. He frantically shot Sophia a look, then subtly gestured, first at Tristan, then at her dress.
Having worked with Walter countless times before, Sophia instantly got
the
message.
Her long lashes fluttered as she glanced up at Edward, her bright, starry eyes filled with a soft, amused glow. Looping her arm through his, she let out a lighthearted laugh. “Well, if you are not upset, Grandpa, then why have you not complimented me yet?”
Edward scoffed. “What is there to compliment?”
Sophia tugged at the hem of her dress. “Do I not look pretty in this? Edward’s scowl faltered.
He turned his head, only to find his stunning granddaughter looking up at him, her dazzling features mere inches from his face. The rigid lines of his expression finally softened.
“Of course. His voice was still gruff, but there was no hiding the pride in his tone. “My granddaughter is naturally beautiful.”
Sophia nodded approvingly. Then, Grandpa, I suppose I should be thanking you for filling an entire closet with all the latest season’s designer pieces. Without your effort, I would not have so many beautiful outfits to choose from.”
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Edward, thoroughly appeased, waved a dismissive hand. “Enough chatter. You two should get going. Do not keep your friends waiting
With that, Sophia and Tristan stepped out of the Roscente Manor
Alimited–edition Maybach was parked right at the entrance.
Sophia slowed her steps, her brows raising slightly in surprise. “We are just going out for a meal. Did you really have to bring such a flashy car?”
If she remembered correctly, there was only one of these in the entire world. Even the wealthiest could not necessarily buy it. Yet, somehow, Tristan owned it.
Tristan opened the passenger–side door for her, his voice smooth and casual. “I am meeting my fiancée’s friends. Naturally, I have to take it seriously.”
Hearing him call her his fiancée over the phone was okay, yet in person, up close, was something amazing. The way he said it was absolutely intoxicating-
Sophia kept her expression neutral, pretending to be unaffected as she slid into the car. She shot him a sidelong glance. “You have met them before”
This time is different. Tristan leaned in ever so slightly, his breath warm as it brushed against her skin. “Last time, I was just Tristan. This time, I am your fiancé.
The subtle scent of cedar and smoke, his signature cologne, drifted into her senses, enveloping her in an almost dizzying haze.
His sharp, chiseled features inched closer.
Sophia’s eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening. Both nervous and startled, her long lashes trembled from the intensity of the moment.
Is he seriously about to kiss me? Right here? At the entrance of the Roscente Manor? In broad daylight? With the security guards standing right there?‘ Her gaze darted around in alarm as she wondered. “There are cameras everywhere! And those security guards? They all work for Grandpa!‘
If Tristan actually kissed her now and got caught on camera, there would be consequences. The next time he showed up at the Roscente Manor, it would not just be Edward’s disapproving glare waiting for him; it would be Edward’s cane.
Sophia instinctively pressed her back against the seat, trying to put as much dista
Chapter 119
Sophia gave her cheeks a firm pat
Just hearing Tristan’s voice sent heat rushing to her face, burning her ears and tingling her skin
Her attraction to him was beyond control, deep, consuming, almost addictive.
He is so damn flirty, smooth, and charming. The way he teases is absolutely lethal, like a drug that I cannot quit, she wondered.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before turning to step into the walk–in closet, ready to change, and head downstairs to wait for Tristan.
She reached out for a grayish–white hoodie when, suddenly, a memory from yesterday surfaced. Edward had told her to go upstairs and change when he heard Tristan was coming.
Sophia stared at the hoodie in her hand, unmoving. After a brief moment of contemplation, she shut the wardrobe that held her hoodies and plain tees, then turned to another side of the closet, one she had only opened once since moving in.
Walter had specially prepared this particular wardrobe for her before she arrived.
It was packed to the brim with the latest season’s collections from top luxury brands. Every single piece was in her size.
Sophia let her gaze sweep over the rows of exquisite clothing. Then, among them, she spotted a dress, one she had designed herself last year.
Though it was her creation from the previous year, Luminous had only released it last month as part of their latest collection.
Without hesitation, she chose it.
In the three years she had been living at the Stewart Family, she had not worn a single dress. Now, as she slipped it on, the feeling was oddly unfamiliar.
Wearing something this refined, a high ponytail seemed off. So did an intricate updo. In the end, she simply ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall naturally down her back.
Just as she pushed open the bedroom door, a familiar voice from downstairs drifted up.
“Hi. Mr. Roscente.” It was Tristan.
He is here already? Is the Roscente Manor really that close to the Yeats residence?” she wondered.
Sophia made her way down the stairs.
Edward stood there, his brow furrowed, his face rigid, engaged in conversation with Tristan.
At the sound of footsteps, both men instinctively turned their heads.
Sophia was clad in a soft lilac dress, lightweight, silky, flowing with every movement.
The design was deceptively simple, yet each delicate detail accentuated her figure in all the right places.
The cinched waistline made her already slender frame appear even more elegant.
The hem skimmed just above her knees, revealing long, shapely legs that seemed to glow under the light with every graceful step she took down the staircase.
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Her thick, wavy hair cascaded lazily over her shoulder, its soft curls resting near her waist.
味:50%真
She had always been breathtakingly beautiful, and even without a touch of makeup, she looked utterly enchanting, like a
vision, almost unreal.
It was the first time Tristan had ever seen Sophia in a dress. His gaze locked onto her, darkening in an instant. A storm of emotions swirled in his eyes, raw and intense as if he was about to devour her whole.
The very moment she stepped onto the last stair, Tristan moved. Striding forward, he extended his hand toward her.
Sophia lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes, then slowly placed her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined. A knowing smile passed between them, the air crackling with an unmistakable tension.
Meanwhile, Edward clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at the man who had so boldly taken his precious granddaughter’s
hand.
Like Tristan, he had been momentarily dazzled when he saw Sophia in that lilac dress, so stunning and so radiant. For a brief moment, pride swelled in his chest. But that moment was fleeting.
The moment that realization hit, Edward felt a sharp pang in his chest
Ever since Sophia returned to the Roscente Family, she had always dressed casually and simply.
Even when he wished she would put in a little more effort and asked her to change into something nicer, she never once cared. To her, there was nothing wrong with the way she dressed.
But now the moment she and Tristan made things official, she was suddenly wearing a dress for him.
A deep sense of disappointment washed over Edward, and his face instantly fell. He felt jealousy and heartache. He felt it all.
“Hi, Grandpa.” Sophia greeted him as she reached the bottom of the staircase, her voice light and warm. Edward, however, simply stared at her with pursed lips, sulking like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen.
Sophia stepped closer and playfully poked his arm. “Why do you look so upset?”
“I am not upset,” Edward huffed, his tone firm, though the way he turned his head away made it painfully obvious that he was lying.
Walter, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, could not take it anymore. He frantically shot Sophia a look, then subtly gestured, first at Tristan, then at her dress.
Having worked with Walter countless times before, Sophia instantly got
the
message.
Her long lashes fluttered as she glanced up at Edward, her bright, starry eyes filled with a soft, amused glow. Looping her arm through his, she let out a lighthearted laugh. “Well, if you are not upset, Grandpa, then why have you not complimented me yet?”
Edward scoffed. “What is there to compliment?”
Sophia tugged at the hem of her dress. “Do I not look pretty in this? Edward’s scowl faltered.
He turned his head, only to find his stunning granddaughter looking up at him, her dazzling features mere inches from his face. The rigid lines of his expression finally softened.
“Of course. His voice was still gruff, but there was no hiding the pride in his tone. “My granddaughter is naturally beautiful.”
Sophia nodded approvingly. Then, Grandpa, I suppose I should be thanking you for filling an entire closet with all the latest season’s designer pieces. Without your effort, I would not have so many beautiful outfits to choose from.”
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Edward, thoroughly appeased, waved a dismissive hand. “Enough chatter. You two should get going. Do not keep your friends waiting
With that, Sophia and Tristan stepped out of the Roscente Manor
Alimited–edition Maybach was parked right at the entrance.
Sophia slowed her steps, her brows raising slightly in surprise. “We are just going out for a meal. Did you really have to bring such a flashy car?”
If she remembered correctly, there was only one of these in the entire world. Even the wealthiest could not necessarily buy it. Yet, somehow, Tristan owned it.
Tristan opened the passenger–side door for her, his voice smooth and casual. “I am meeting my fiancée’s friends. Naturally, I have to take it seriously.”
Hearing him call her his fiancée over the phone was okay, yet in person, up close, was something amazing. The way he said it was absolutely intoxicating-
Sophia kept her expression neutral, pretending to be unaffected as she slid into the car. She shot him a sidelong glance. “You have met them before”
This time is different. Tristan leaned in ever so slightly, his breath warm as it brushed against her skin. “Last time, I was just Tristan. This time, I am your fiancé.
The subtle scent of cedar and smoke, his signature cologne, drifted into her senses, enveloping her in an almost dizzying haze.
His sharp, chiseled features inched closer.
Sophia’s eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening. Both nervous and startled, her long lashes trembled from the intensity of the moment.
Is he seriously about to kiss me? Right here? At the entrance of the Roscente Manor? In broad daylight? With the security guards standing right there?‘ Her gaze darted around in alarm as she wondered. “There are cameras everywhere! And those security guards? They all work for Grandpa!‘
If Tristan actually kissed her now and got caught on camera, there would be consequences. The next time he showed up at the Roscente Manor, it would not just be Edward’s disapproving glare waiting for him; it would be Edward’s cane.
Sophia instinctively pressed her back against the seat, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.
But Tristan only leaned in further. Her heart pounded against her ribs, each beat louder than the last.
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But Tristan only leaned in further. Her heart pounded against her ribs, each beat louder than the last.
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