Rise Above The Betrayal (Sophia and Tristan)

However, Sophia was still somewhat rational, taking rapid breaths, “That's a fallacy."

Who said that not disliking someone means you had a crush on that peoson or that you liked them?

Even if there was no dislike, it shouldn't be related to marriage.

She just considered Tristan Yeats... as a friend.

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"How is it a fallacy?" Tristan Yeats chuckled hoarsely, "I like you, and you don't dislike me, why can't we have a chance?"

Sophia's eyes widened in shock, her long lashes fluttering intensely, filled with disbelief, "You, you like me?!"

Since when?

Weren't they friends?

How did it suddenly escalate to... the topic of liking?

"I thought I made it quite obvious."

The shock and astonishment in the girl's eyes truly hurt Tristan Yeats.

Initially, he didn't want to scare Sophia, so he gradually... made his way to her.noveldrama

Unexpectedly, in his gradual approach, didn't the girl not notice his feelings at all?

He thought she might have noticed a bit, which was why they became... increasingly close.

At the hospital.

Didn't she also tacitly allow him to kiss her lips?

So, after that...

He actively visited under the guise of a marriage proposal.

Of course, part of the reason was Xandra's persistent pestering, which might lead to Sophia's misunderstanding.

His deep, lazy voice came with a burning breath, gently, "Sophia, only because it's you, I want this engagement to continue."

That soul-stirring voice, lazy in tone yet filled with sincerity.

Sophia looked up subconsciously at him.

The man's eyes, deep as obsidian, were fixed intently on her, filled with genuine tenderness and devoid of any impurities. They were like obsidian, and they shimmered with a pure luster.

Sophia's heart was suddenly struck hard by something, like the beat of a drum, making it race like a frightened deer.

This man...

He truly was a succubus.

She was not a person who focused on male attractiveness. Regarding male beauty, she rarely felt moved or attracted.

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But Tristan Yeats was different.

He, like a poppy, silently invaded her life, suffusing her surroundings with his presence.

Bit by bit, he became part of her world.

He made her unable to resist his face.

This feeling was extraordinarily unfamiliar and unnerving for Sophia.

She turned her head slightly.

The hair clip had fallen from behind her head, making her strands of hair fall

loose, black as ebony, cascading like seaweed.

The strands of hair clung to her porcelain-white skin.

The collision of black and white was even more dazzlingly beautiful.

Tristan's eyes deepened, his husky voice growing even more sexy and alluring, "Wouldn't it be nice to give each other a chance, Sophia..."

Her name rolled off his lips, the final note drawn out, tender and lingering.

It made her heart tremble.

"Just trying... doesn't mean we have to get married right away." His lips were almost touching her ear, the heat enclosed, brushing her eardrum. "If you want to stop, we can stop anytime."

He softened his voice, with a slight whine, "...isn't that okay, Sophia?"

Tristan's voice was an exquisite enjoyment.

Every time Sophia heard him call "Sophia", it felt as if something tickled her heart.

At this moment, Tristan was both alluring and tempting.

That voice made it difficult for anyone to maintain control.

Sophia turned her head to avoid the closeness of his lips, and not just her ears

were pink, the blush had already spread to her neck and collarbone.

She closed her eyes, her breathing quickened along with her heart.

This was already a sign of her softened attitude.

Tristan's

eyes lifted at the corners, his smile deepened, intently observing the blush that colored the porcelain skin, much like the desire spreading in his pupils.

"Sophia... my grandfather is still lying on the sickbed, and you can bear to let him see you... reject the marriage agreement between us?"

His soft, whining tone was a bit like a sad puppy.

Then, his tone rose again, with a lazy, low, magnetic voice, he softly pleaded, "Darling, you don't dislike me... do you? Let's just try, just give it a try..."

Sophia did not even know how to refuse now.

Her long lashes trembled more violently, like a butterfly lost in the storm.

"Hmm?"

The girl tilted her head, revealing an exquisite profile and a section of pink-white neck, becoming increasingly vivid in the

man's eyes.

It was as if tempting one to open his mouth and bite that pink-white section.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent."

Tristan Yeats's large hand on her waist tightened slightly, his scorching breath, accompanied by low panting, entered Sophia's heart through her ears.

His lips came close once again.

"You... you're way too unfair!" At the moment Sophia spoke, even she was startled.

Was that the voice she made?

So soft, gentle, sweet...

It even had a tone that could make her face flush.

It was simply..... so embarrassing!

Sophia's head dodged more fiercely, and her hand, which was trapped by the

man's large hand on the door, slipped out in the process.

She hurriedly raised her hand to block the man's approaching body.

Her fingertip brushed against his pale skin, the burning hot sensation made her

immediately want to retract her hand.

But, as she withdrew.

The man took the opportunity to get closer to her.

She could almost feel those warm, thin lips against her neck.

It was causing her to shiver and raise tiny goosebumps.

She had to raise her hand again to place it on the man's chest, her slender white fingers curving involuntarily from the heat. She swallowed hard, regaining some sense amidst the intoxicating allure of the man.

"Isn't what you're doing... using beauty, using charm... to confuse me?"

The girl's words made Tristan chuckle softly, his deep dark eyes filled with starlight, "So, my charm... is enough to confuse you?"

He paused slightly, the smile in his eyes deepening, wrapping Sophia like bits of starlight, "So... Sophia, can you accept being captivated by charm?"

Sophia's fingers unconsciously clenched around his collar, the fragmented starlight enough to immerse her.

Her lips moved, carrying a sense of both embarrassment and anger, "If I don't accept it, are you planning to hold me down like this all night?"

Tristan Yeats smiled and replied, "Yes."

Sophia squeezed his shirt even tighter, causing a few more buttons to pop off the

already disheveled garment, "Then try...!" 3/4

The words had not yet fallen.

Suddenly, they faintly heard a few light footsteps outside the door, quietly

approaching them...

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