hapter 137
Chapter 137
Andrew Yeats’s fantasies came crashing down, and the moment of bliss abruptly ended.
He stared blankly at Sophia for a while before breaking into a smile. “Right, right… Our little Sophia is still young. No need to rush! Isn’t it all the rage for young folks to date these days? You two can take your time… If you get tired of each other, marriage can wait!”
Sophia felt overwhelmed by his excessive enthusiasm.
Yet, she understood why her Andrew and Andrew Yeats had been such close friends for so many years.
Their personalities were surprisingly similar.
As he spoke. Andrew Yeats pulled out a brocade box hidden under the blanket.
Sophia, even if you plan to date for a few years before tying the knot, this gift… well, it still needs to be given to you.”
“You heard him earlier, this is a family heirloom passed down to every matriarch of the Yeats Family”
The very heirloom that Xandra had longed for was now being presented directly to Sophia.
She looked at Andrew Yeats, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation, and felt a flutter of anxiety.
She didn’t dislike Tristan; she had simply been charmed by his good looks and agreed to give him a chance.
But that didn’t mean they would end up together.
Accepting the heirloom meant she was stepping into a future that might not happen. What if things changed later?
It would be awkward to have accepted it now. She hesitated, unsure how to decline; at least… it wasn’t the right time yet.
Just then, she heard Tristan’s low, smooth voice, like fine wine. “If Andrew gives it to you, it means he’s accepted you.”
Before she could respond, his elegant fingers reached out, taking the brocade box from his Andrew.
As he opened the lid, a flawless white jade bracelet emerged, glimmering without a single flaw.
Even though Sophia wasn’t an expert on jade, she could tell at a glance that this bracelet was crafted from the finest material.
She could almost sense a mystical aura emanating from it!
“And I’ve accepted you too.”
Tristan gently took her wrist, his long fingers sliding the bracelet onto her hand.
The jade felt warm, as if it had been custom–made for her, fitting perfectly around her wrist.
Tristan watched as the bracelet, a symbol of the future matriarch of the Yeats family, adorned Sophia’s delicate wrist, His hazel eyes deepened, and the corners of his mouth curled into a more pronounced smile.
His large hand enveloped hers, their fingers intertwining firmly..
His touch was warm, almost as if the bracelet itself was being heated by his skin.
Sophia’s long lashes fluttered down, her gaze fixed on her wrist.
A soft sensation stirred within her, as if something gentle was teasing her heart.
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Just then, a phone rang, shattering the sweet atmosphere like a glass breaking
But for Sophia, the call was a welcome reprieve!
Her ears flushed slightly as she quickly retrieved her hand and grabbed her phone.
But when she saw “Henry Reed on the screen, she frowned slightl
He was Ethan’s friend.
Why was he calling her?
She hadn’t had any contact with Ethan’s crowd since leaving the Stewart family
However… Henry was one of the few decent people around Ethan.
He had even spoken up for her a few times when Ethan was being cruel.
And when Ethan was passed out drunk, it was often Henry who called her to pick him up.
Sheremembered one time, at four in the morning, she braved a storm to get to their gathering place.
Henry stood there, arms crossed, watching her struggle to get Ethan into the car
Then he’d said, “Do you have a life outside of chasing after a guy? Is it really worth it to put yourself through this for a r
She was soaked, water dripping from her hair, a complete mess.
He sighed and tossed a dry towel at her face. ‘Sophia, I know you’re not stupid. You should know that a woman cap al her hopes on a man.”
Sophia could tell Henry disapproved of Ethan treating her like a lovesick puppy, and he looked down on her for hig after Ethan..
He could have ignored it, or joined his buddies in making jokes and bets.
But he chose to talk to Sophia.
That’s why, seeing Henry’s call, she gestured with her phone. I need to take this
She walked to a separate lounge area and answered.
Before she could speak, she heard heavy breathing, followed by a hoarse, slurred voice.
“Sophia…”
It was obviously drunken Ethan.
She frowned deeper, about to hang up.
But then, the slurred, drunken voice continued, “Sophia, I miss you….
Sophia’s face instantly turned cold. She frowned and checked the screen again, confirming it was Henry.
He always disapproved of her and Ethan being together. Why was he helping Ethan call her and dig her “Sophia…”
Ethan’s drunken murmur came again. I know you can’t bear to be without me.
You’re messing around with those guys just
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Chapter 137
SO
you
can stay in Virelia, stay in my circle, so you can see me, chase after me, right?”
“You win, Sophia… This time, you really win. I didn’t know you had so much backbone, holding out for so long, not coming to beg me
you know, if you just begged me, begged me to keep you by my side, cried about not wanting to leave me, I would have let you stay!”
“Why aren’t you begging me? Why are you trying to provoke me like this? Aren’t you a dog? If you don’t even know how to be a dog, how can you follow me?”
He seemed to have sobered up a little. His breathing wasn’t as heavy, and his words were clearer.
But what he said was jumbled. One moment he was speaking in a rough, choked, drunken whisper. The next, he rage, yelling at the top of his lungs.
e was in a
Even in his drunken stupor, his inherent male pride made him, in his first moment of vulnerability towards Sophia, instinctively blame her for his pain.
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