Chapter 24
“I need something from you, Tristan said, getting straight to the point.
Sophia blinked in surprise, “You need something from me?”
For a moment, she forgot the warmth in her face and the tingling in her ears. All that remained was pure shock, “You, the head of the Years Family. with enough power to shake all of Virelia, is asking something from me!”
Suddenly. Tristan slammed on the brakes, and the white race car pulled over to the side of the road.
He turned to glance at her. His expression, usually so charming and playful, now held a serious and almost stern demeanor, as cold and ethereal as a priceless painting
“You’re the only one who can help me.” “Tristan said in a low voice.
The seriousness in his tone made Sophia’s expression shift slightly. She straightened up. “You helped me before. Soll do my best if there’s anything I can do for you”
Her face became more serious, her cold beauty intensified in the dim light, making her presence even more captivating.
Tristan’s eyes darkened. He spoke slowly. “I’m sure you’ve heard that my grandfather is critically
Sophia thought for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, I know your family brought in top doctors to try to s
to save your grandfather, spending billions.”
“Unfortunately, it didn’t help, Tristan said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. His voice grew huskier.
Sophia studied him quietly, her gaze softening as she watched the faint sadness in his eyes. She had a hunch but kept it to herself, “So, what do you
“Have you ever heard of the miracle doctor Mr. Young from the Shadow Clan Tristan asked, his gaze locking with hers.
is dark eyes seemed like a deep abyss. When he looked at her, it felt like a whirlpool was pulling her in, inch by inch, trapping her in his gaze.
Sophia felt as though her very soul was being drawn into his eyes.
She paused for a moment before replying, “You want to find that doctor? What does that have to do
Tristan’s thin lips curved slightly as his eyes locked onto hers, “Mr. Young’s full name is Sophia Young. Isn’t it the same as your name?”
Sophia’s bright eyes narrowed slightly, her expression calm and composed. There was no panic at bring exposed, nor did she rush to deny it. “How did you figure it our?”
In the dim light, Tristan’s sharp, cold teatures softened slightly, his thick lashes casting a shadow over his eyes.
“I see. You’ve forgotten,” he murmured, his deep voice almost too faint to catch
Sophia arched a brow, her tone cool. “What?”
Tristan’s gaze lifted, his eyes glinting with a playful light, “Just a bunch”
A bunch? Sophia didn’t buy it, “You’ve been the one tracking my movements all this time, haven’t you?”
Ever since the Stewart Family held that party for Chloe’s return, Sophia had sensed someone secretly investigating her connection to the Shadow Clan. Even the clan had reached out, wondering if she’d run into trouble.
Back then, she had felt cornered. To throw them off, she’d deliberately set a few false trails. But somehow, Tristan had seen through the smokescreen and zeroed in on her identity.
“It was me,” Tristan admitted, a faint smile playing at his lips. “And I must say, Mr. Young kept me running in circles. You had a lot of fun, huh?”
His sculpted face, already impossibly handsome, seemed even more mesmerizing as he smiled a touch of teasing laced with magnetic charm. his deep voice rising slightly at the end almost playful.
Sophia, feeling a little flustered, rubbed her nose and looked away. “I haven’t dealt with anything medical in years. If the experts your family hired couldn’t help. I’m not sure I can!
As long as there’s even the slightest hope, it’s worth trying” Tristan said seriously, his dark eyes focused, his voice clear and steady. “I want you to
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give it a shot. If it doesn’t work, that’s fine too.”
Sophia pursed her lips, meeting his determined gaze. After a moment’s thought, she nodded. “I’ll make time to check it out”
Tristan’s cold expression softened instantly, like a thaw after winter. His eyes warmed with a hint of a smile, making his already captivating face even more alluring A low chuckle rambled from his chest, his voice deep and relaxed.
“Alright, I’ll arrange a time and let you know.” He took out his phone and showed the screen to Sophia. On the screen was his phone number.
But he just unlocked his phone and did nothing else. Turns out, he had already prepared his number.
Sophia glanced at Tristan, whose almost otherworldly face reflected in her eyes at close range. She quickly looked away, took out her phone and saved his number, “Td appreciate it if you kept my identity as Mr. Young to yourself.”
Saying that, she shared her number with him.
Tristan lowered his gaze, his long, graceful fingers gently tracing the screen, stopping on the newly added contact, as if caressing her.
At her words, a smirk tugged at Tristan’s lips. His fingers brushed over his own lips, and in the dim light, he seemed like a fallen god, his voice dark and hypnotic, “Miss Roscente, I have to admit, sometimes my mouth just gets away from me.”
Sophia raised an eyebrow, “So?
Tristan’s gaze flickered, his dark eyes glinting with teasing light. His voice dropped to a low, seductive murmur, “So, I guess we’ll have to see how sincere you really are, Miss Rascente,”
Sophia rolled her eyes, “Buzz off!”
Without a flicker of
him to stumble/pression, she raised her hand and pressed it firmly against his exquisitely sculpted face, shoving him back with force, causing
She shifted in her seat, turned her gaze toward the front of the car, and commanded without hesitation, “Drive!”
cour a low,
Tristan turned his head, his dark eyes lingering on the delicate profile of Sophia. A soft smile curved at the corners
ers of his lips as he let o husky chuckle. His voice was rich, echoing softly in the air.
He saved Sophia’s contact with a nickname, [Miss Mystery)–
She was really hard to read, but it was so cute.
The car arrived at their destination. They gave the room number and reservation name, then followed the manager to
manager to the pri
private roomL
Tristan was about to reach for the handle and let Sophia in when he noticed her bright eyes shimmering with a playful glint. Her flawless face glowed under the dazzling lights, and a mischievous smile curved at the corners of her lips. She took a step back.
Tristan’s hand paused mid–motion, and he glanced at her.
Sophia smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes lifting with a sly charm. “Mr. Yeats, you’re the guest. You go first.”
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