Chapter 882
Changing only for her (Sophie and Tristan)
Chapter 882 I Am My Own Person
âI forgot to bring my clothes in here. Can you help me grab them?â Tristan shouted from within the
bathroom.
âAll right.â Sophie stepped further into the room and saw his clothes lying on the bed.
âHave you seen them yet?â
âYeah.â Upon approaching the furniture, she saw his underwear resting on it, and her finger trembled.
He must be doing this intentionally! Ugh, whatever. Itâs merely an undergarment.
She picked up his underwear and clothes before approaching and knocking on the bathroom door.
In response. Tristan opened the door fully, revealing his totally bare body.
Sophie didnât have the guts to shift her line of sight downward, fearing she would see his junk.
âWait for me. Iâll be done right away.â Promptly, he turned around to get dressed.
The edges of her lips curved upward.
He has such a fantastic figure. I like how defined his muscles are. To think thereâd come a day when
Iâm lusting over a manâs body. Itâs not my fault, though. His sexy body is to blame. I feel thirsty just by
glancing at him.
Instead of waiting for him in the room, she went to pour herself a glass of water downstairs and felt
much better after taking a few sips.
Then, she flapped her hand in the direction of her countenance to cool her cheeks.
Once her face didnât feel as heated anymore, she grabbed another glass of water before returning to
Tristanâs room.
By that point, he had already put on his pajamas, which couldnât hide his masculine charm either.
âWhere did you go? Didnât I ask you to wait for me here?â
âI went downstairs to grab you a glass of water. Itâll be better if you drink some water right after a bath.â
Thereâs no way Iâll tell him I left because my throat was a little dry earlier. Iâm a woman, for crying out
loud. I canât say such a thing!
âThanks.â He covered her hand and took a sip from the glass she was holding. âI thought you left
because you had a reaction after seeing my body.â
She glanced at him in response. What the heckâs wrong with him? Even if that is the case, he shouldnât
have said it out loud!
Seconds later, her cheeks were burning again, much to her dismay.
Sophieâs face was already delicate-looking, to begin with.
Therefore, when she blushed, she looked incredibly alluring.
Gently, the man hugged her. âItâs fine. I wonât laugh at you even if you say youâre longing for my body.â
Just like that, he held her in his arms while she was still holding a cup.
Upon hearing his words, she smirked. âYour figure is indeed attractive. I like it a lot.â
Tristan arched a brow. When did she become this candid?
âItâs getting late. Why arenât you sleeping yet?â he asked.
âI couldnât sleep, so I came to see you. Besides, arenât you still awake as well?â
âMhm!â He continued to embrace her with no intention of letting her go.
âDo you think Iâm a boring person, Tristan?â
I donât know any sweet nothings or how to coax people, nor do I care much about anything. Even the
wedding is being handled by him alone. It feels like Iâm not doing a good job as a girlfriend.
âHow could I? Why would you say that? I think youâre really interesting!â he replied.
The man truly liked her the way she was and didnât need her to change. The only thing he wanted was
for her to stay by his side. Nothing else mattered to him.
âTruth be told, I really like you.â Sophie had never told him that because she wasnât good at expressing
her emotions.
As such. Tristan was pleasantly surprised to hear that. âI know. I love you very much too.â
He was aware, based on her personality, that if she didnât have feelings for him, she wouldâve never put
up. with anything.
With that, he raised her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.
âDid Ysabelle say something to you? You donât have to take her words to heart. All you need to
remember side.â is that I only wish youâll stay by my
He didnât care about what other people did, for every couple had a unique way of getting along.
As long as we feel comfortable with our relationship, thatâs enough. Thereâs no need to compare
ourselves to others.
Sophie nodded. âRegardless, I want you to know how much I love you.â
âI know that now. Iâm happy that the person you love is me.â
Once again, Tristan pecked her lips, causing her to blush. Even though sheâs a dauntless and dominant
young woman, she still blushed when I said that. I simply canât describe with words how much I love
her,
He placed the cup in her hand elsewhere before pressing her body against his as he kissed her. Sheâs
my soulmate. No matter how much I love her, it feels as if itâll never be enough.
Hugging his neck, Sophie tried to mimic how he kissed her.
Even though her moves were amateurish, they still greatly satisfied him.
It didnât take long for him to begin feeling parched. âOne day, your body will be the death of me.â
She was bereft of speech. What kind of nonsense is he saying?
The man brushed his finger on her cheek lightly. âLetâs go to bed!â
âIâd best return to my room. Itâs unlikely either of us will sleep well in the same room.â
âNo need. Just sleep here.â He refused to let her slip out of his grasp. âDonât worry. I wonât do anythingâ
Iâve already waited for so long. What difference is a little longer going to make? Once weâre married. Iâll
make up for all the time lost anyway.
She was a little taken aback by the look in his eyes.
Thus, in the end, she still decided to slumber in her room.
The next day was a weekend. Even though Sophie had nothing on her agenda, she woke up at seven
and jogged for a few rounds.
When she came back, William was doing yoga in the courtyard.
The elder was pleased to see her exercising in the morning.
Upon spotting him, she greeted, âGood morning, Old Mr. Lombard.â
âMorning!â
While William continued his activity, she returned to her room for a shower.
It wasnât until the family was having breakfast that Ysabelle finally woke up. She descended the stairs
after washing her face but did not change her clothes..
âDo you know what time it is already, Ysabelle? Didnât I tell you girls need to exercise as well? Did you
know that Sophie just came back from a jog?â William couldnât help but nag when he saw his
granddaughter like that.
âI donât like jogging, Grandpa. I know that Sophieâs great, but you ought to quit wanting me to be like
her. Iâm my own person,â she retorted.
William was rendered speechless. Why such a longâwinded rebut? Itâs not like I said much.
âHow can you speak to your grandfather like that, Ysabelle? Heâs only saying that because he cares
about you.â Lincoln frowned.