Pursuing Her Chapter 218

Chapter 218 Blushing Although Tristan took the milk from her, his habit at night was to drink red

wine instead. However, since his young girlfriend gave him milk, he naturally indulged her. After

taking a sip, he put his cup aside and pulled her onto his lap. “The next time something like that

happens, you have to tell me instead of bearing the burden yourself.” Sophie's attitude simply

worried him.

While sitting on his lap, Sophie felt her cheeks burn. Even though I'm just sitting on him and doing

nothing, I can already feel his hormones raging. As a result, Sophie blushed while her heart began

to pound furiously just by sitting there. “Let go of me.” She tried her best to maintain her

composure. Thinking that she had encountered all sorts of situations before, she was still surprised

by how her heart was fluttering. “Just let me hug you for a while.” Tristan had no intention of letting

go. Despite being annoyed, Sophie continued to stay put. Meanwhile, Tristan was dissatisfied with

her weight, as he found her to be too light for a girl who was one point seven meters tall. With one

hand gently holding her waist, he pulled out his phone and gave Charles a call with the other.

Over the line, Tristan could still hear the noisy background. However, once Charles had answered, he

swiftly moved to a quieter spot. “Mr. Tristan, what is it?” “Help me teach Whitlea a lesson,” Tristan

replied flatly. “What happened? We have never crossed paths with the Dixon family before.” “What

she did is worse than offending me. In fact, she sent some men to break Sophie's hand. Therefore, I

won't ask for much. I simply want one of her hands smashed in return.” “All right, I understand.”

Whitlea is really brazen to have attacked Sophie of all people. After all, everyone around Mr. Tristan

knows that he might show mercy if one were to offend him, but whoever harms Sophie would feel

the full force of his wrath. After ending the call, Tristan who had noticed her silence, put his arm

around her shoulder to reassure her. “It's not that I want to interfere, but this matter pisses me off.”

Considering how audacious Whitlea's actions were, he naturally wanted to give her a taste of her

own medicine. “Okay.” Sophie didn’t mind if someone was willing to resolve the matter on her

behalf. After all, she would certainly not complain about having more free time. At nightfall,

Whitlea's mansion was infiltrated by some men who quickly subdued the bodyguards guarding the

place. By the time she awoke, a group of men had barged into her room. She then glared fiercely at

them. “Who gave you permission to come in here? Do you have a death wish? Are you not aware of

who I am?” As Whitlea's used to wield influence in the underworld, she naturally spoke in an

intimidating tone. “Mr. Tristan wants one of your hands. Are you going to give it or not?” The

intruder didn't want to waste any time arguing with her. “What do you mean? I don’t know any Mr.

Tristan at all!”

“You might not have seen him before, you didn't you demand the hand of his girl?” Without any

hesitation, the intruder ordered his subordinates to pin her down and subsequently crippled her

hand. In the darkness of the night, the excruciating screams of a lady sent a chill down everyone's

spine. “Remember, there's always someone more powerful than you out there. Don't think that you

can just bully anyone with impunity!” No sooner had the intruders spoken than they left as quickly

as they came. Meanwhile, when Bailey arrived at the hospital upon receiving the news, Whitlea was

still in the operating room. It wasn't until the surgery was completed that Whitlea was wheeled out.

Outside, Bailey who hadn't seen her mother in a long time finally appeared in front of her. All this

while, he was still angry at Whitlea over what happened with Sophie. “Mom, what in the world

happened?” Bailey was aware of the Dixon family’s involvement with the underworld. However, he

failed to understand how the incident could have happened at the Dixons’ mansion.

“It must be that despicable woman, Sophie. What kind of background does she come from?” She

clearly remembered the words of the man leading the intruders. The mention of Sophie caused

Bailey to furrow his brows. “Mom, what has this got anything to do with Sophie? She's just a young

girl. Why do you harbor so much animosity toward her?” I don't understand why my mother hates

Sophie so much. What did Sophie even do? “Mr. Dixon, this was what happened. Ms. Whitlea sent

men to cripple one of Ms. Tanner's hands which subsequently led to this. Therefore, this incident is

definitely related to Sophie,” the Dixon family’s butler, Maxim, explained immediately. “What?”

Bailey couldn't believe his ears. “What is it that you really want? I've worked hard to complete

everything you wanted me to do. All I wanted was for you not to hurt Sophie. Didn't you promise

me that? Unless, you never trusted me. You never believed that I could win the upcoming physics

competition, do you?” “Bailey, is this what's important now? Someone has crippled my hand, and

yet, all you care about is that despicable girl?

I've truly raised you in vain!” Whitlea was so infuriated that she just felt like killing herself. For raising

such an ungrateful son, my life is an utter failure. “I don’t want to argue with you. If you ever do it

again, you'll never see me for the rest of your life!” He knew that the Dixon family still exercised

some influence in the underworld and his mother wasn't afraid to use it against Sophie.

Nonetheless, he wanted to protect her despite the fact that she had no feelings for him. Without

another word, Bailey turned around and prepared to walk out. “Bailey, if you dare leave, I'll get

someone to take Sophie's life. Do you hear me?” Bailey then gave her a look of disappointment.

“Fine. If she dies, I'll pay for her life with my own.” Since she refused to listen to whatever he said,

threatening his mother with suicide was the only option left. “You...” Whitlea almost burst a vessel

from her son's defiance. “Ms. Whitlea, please calm down. Your hand has just been stitched, so don't

make any hasty movements.” Maxim was extremely loyal to Whitlea. “I'll get to the bottom of the

matter. If Sophie is indeed the one behind it, I swear I'll take revenge on your behalf no matter

what.” Maxim's words managed to soothe Whitlea. “Maxim, thank you.” Upon lying back down, she

felt an excruciating pain shoot through her hand as the anesthetic began to wear off.

As the pain caused her face to turn pale, she no longer had any energy to care about Bailey. The

next day, Sophie and Tristan left Wisteria Apartments, hoping to find someplace nearby for

breakfast. In the end, they saw Bailey waiting for them outside. Despite seeing her with another

man, Bailey didn't say a word. As for Tristan, he gave the latter the side-eye. Whitlea's son is a good

kid. Unfortunately, he just has to covet Sophie.