Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Too Ostentatious

When Tristan had finished the work at hand, he went upstairs. Unexpectedly, he glimpsed a shaft of

light from the gap in Sophie’s room door.

He walked over and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on her door, Sophie placed her phone on the nightstand before going over and

opening the door.

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

Puzzlement was written all over Sophie’s face. I wonder what else he wants at this hour.

“No, everything’s fine. I just saw that the light in your room is on, so I came to ask you what you were

doing. Are you having trouble sleeping? It’s very late now.” She still needs to go to school tomorrow.

Keeping such hours is too erratic, and it’ll be bad for health.

“No, I just talked on the phone with a friend. That took a bit of time, so I’m not asleep yet.”

“Oh, I see. In that case, sleep earlier. Or perhaps you’d like me to keep you company?” Tristan couldn’t

resist the urge to tease her every so often.

Sophie said nothing.

Her usual response was silence.

“All right, I was just joking. Don’t take it to heart and don’t sleep too late.”

“I can’t sleep, Mr. Tristan. How about you tell me a story?”

How long has it been since someone told me a story? When we were young, Mom and Dad always

loved to tell Willow stories, but they never gave me the same courtesy. Perhaps it’s because I’m too

cold and indifferent that they aren’t close to me.

“So, you really can’t sleep? Did something happen that I’m unaware of? Do you mind sharing with me?”

“No, I just have a bit of insomnia. Tell me a story, will you?”

“Sure! It’s my pleasure!” Tristan was more than eager to draw close to her, so he naturally agreed when

she proposed such a request.

Sophie lay down on the bed with a premier duvet over her. The duvet wasn’t all that thick, but it was

exceedingly warm.

That was the best duvet, a conclusion drawn after Tristan had Felix compare the duvets of more than

ten brands.

While she lay on the bed all toasty under the duvet, Tristan only had a white, thin sweater on him.

The central air-conditioning was running, but she didn’t set the temperature that high, so she had no

idea whether he was cold.

“Are you cold?”

The corners of Tristan’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Yeah. Do you want to huddle under the covers and chat with me?”

Words promptly eluded Sophie.

All right, that was remiss of me. I shouldn’t have asked that.

“Do I look like a heinous man who kidnaps young girls?”

Even Tristan found himself all too similar to such a kind of person then, for he couldn’t help teasing her

at every turn.

“All right, I got it. Don’t look at me with such a look in your eyes.” He really couldn’t withstand further

temptation, albeit her doing nothing at all.

As long as she looked at him with that particular gaze, desire inexorably blazed within him.

Tristan cast his mind back to the past. He hadn’t heard that many stories when he was young.

“I have no bedtime stories. How about I tell you about my stories in the business world throughout the

years?”

It’s pretty good if I can use such a method to have her understand me better.

In response, Sophie nodded. Right. How could someone like him have bedtime stories in his

memories?

“I grew up together with Felix and the others. Once upon a time, we were even sent to the special

forces to train…”

Tristan started speaking of some incidents that had taken place while they were part of the special

forces.

It was then that the four of them forged a strong and deep friendship.

As Sophie listened to him talk about his past, she gradually felt sleepy.

Her eyelids grew increasingly heavier, and she eventually drifted into slumber.

Gazing at her beautiful sleeping countenance, Tristan pulled the duvet over her before leaving her

room.

At seven o’clock the following morning, Sophie got out of bed. When she went downstairs after

washing her face, she surprisingly discovered that Tristan was already awake.

“Why didn’t you sleep for a while longer?”

He slept so late last night. As the CEO of Lombard Group, he should have the privilege of going to

work a bit later, no? Besides, it’s still so early now.

Right then, Tristan was plating breakfast at the side of the dining table.

“Come and have breakfast. I only need three to four hours of sleep daily.”

“Three to four hours isn’t enough. It’s best to have at least eight hours of sleep a day.”

“Okay, I’ll change henceforth.” As long as it was something she disliked, Tristan would change it all. “All

right, come and have breakfast!”

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly.

She then sat down across from him. Taking a piece of hash brown, she started nibbling on it.

Among all the breakfast dishes, only coffee and hash browns were to her liking.

She had never really liked eating bread and drinking milk.

Ultimately, she still preferred a somewhat modern style of breakfast.

Tristan loved watching her eat as she was natural without being the least bit pretentious. Whenever he

had breakfast with her, he could even eat an extra piece of hash brown.

“You went to The Crown to buy breakfast early in the morning?”

It was quite a distance to The Crown from there. A round trip would take around forty minutes. Yet, he

had driven over and bought her breakfast early in the morning instead of sleeping in.

“I noticed that you like their coffee and hash browns, so I went there to buy them for you. It just took

forty minutes. It’s no big deal.”

Her appetite wasn’t great in the first place, and she only ate more for breakfast. Hence, he naturally

had to try every means possible to feed her.

“You don’t need to go to such trouble in the future. Just buy a breakfast pie from downstairs, and that’s

enough for me.”

Sophie didn’t care much when it came to food.

“But I like watching you eat hash browns.”

That remark of his rendered Sophie speechless.

What kind of peculiar kink is this that he actually likes to watch people eat hash browns?

“Mr. Tristan, The Wheelers is having a concert tonight. I want to go and attend it together with

Ysabelle.”

Tristan quirked an eyebrow.

Hmm, it’s the second time I’ve heard her mentioning The Wheelers. She seems to pay particular

interest to this band.

“As you know, it isn’t easy for Ysabelle to leave her house. So, could you please help me bring her

out?”

This request is probably not too much, right?

“Sure, but I have a condition.” Tristan took a sip of coffee. “Bring me along to the concert, and I’ll bring

Ysabelle out.”

Sophie was stunned for a moment.

“Do you like The Wheelers as well?” He doesn’t look like the kind of person who’s crazy about

celebrities.

“I’m neutral about them. But since the two of you are going, it’s no big deal to bring me along.”

“But I only have two tickets.” By now, all tickets for the concert have sold out. Where am I going to buy

a ticket for him?

“Do you think this is a problem to me?”

Again, Sophie was struck dumb.

Okay, then. I asked a foolish question. If he so desires, he can even purchase the venue of the concert,

not to mention a mere ticket!

In the end, six people ended up going instead of the initial two.

Seeing the four people who had come to pick her and Ysabelle up, Sophie propped a hand against her

forehead.

The lineup—Tristan, Felix, Sean, and Charles—was even more attractive that the concert itself.

Every single one of them could have Jipsdale quivering in fear.

At that moment, they all appeared at the gates of Jipsdale Premier High in a luxury car each.

Isn’t this a bit too ostentatious?