Hearing that, Mark laughed.
He took a sip of his beer and asked, “What's wrong? Don't you want me to quit the band? I thought you would be the happiest to see me leaving Sophie and stop being around her.”
Tristan glanced at him. “I must say you've overestimated yourself if that's what you think. Sorry to let you down, but I've never considered you my love rival because I know Sophie only sees you as a friend and nothing more.”
Mark was at a loss for words. Although Tristan was telling the truth, his words still sounded rather harsh in Mark's ears. He asked, “Are you so certain that Sophie will never have feelings for me?”
“Yes, I am certain about that.” Tristan was very confident in himself.
“Mr. Tristan, do you know how much I envy you? Not because you're rich but because Sophie likes you.”
“That is certainly something worthy of your envy.” Tristan was also proud of himself for winning Sophie's heart.
“Anyway, why don't you tell me why you want to leave the band?” He only came here to meet Mark because he wanted to hear the latter's answer.
Tristan would do everything he could to help Sophie settle the things she was struggling to deal with on her own so that she wouldn't burden herself too much.
“Well, I have been in the entertainment industry for too long, and I want to try something different now. After all, no one stays popular forever.”
“But then, you're very popular now. You shouldn't have chosen to leave the band at this point in your career.”
“Mr. Tristan, I don't need anyone telling me what I should and should not do.”
Mark was also someone with a temper, and he would not be intimidated even if the person sitting across from him was the powerful and terrifying Tristan. He did not need Tristan telling him what he should or should not do, and neither did he need Tristan to give him the green light for the decisions he made.
He continued, “No one should judge my decision as long as I am happy with it. Other factors won't affect my choices.”
“Do you have no regrets about leaving the band?” Tristan came all the way here to question Mark's departure because he knew how much Mark loved music and the band. “Mark, are you perhaps having some issues? If that's the case, you can talk to me. I might be able to help you with whatever problems you're having.”
“I know you're a powerful man, but you should know there are things even you can't fix.”
“So, you are having issues, aren't you?”
“Nope. Stop asking.” Mark continued drinking his beer.
He only agreed to meet Tristan because he did not want to drink alone.
Then, Mark said, “Come on! No matter what, we're still two men who fell in love with the same girl. Can't we put everything aside and enjoy our drinks tonight?”
Heoring thot, Mork loughed.
He took o sip of his beer ond osked, “Whot's wrong? Don't you wont me to quit the bond? I thought you would be the hoppiest to see me leoving Sophie ond stop being oround her.”
Triston glonced ot him. “I must soy you've overestimoted yourself if thot's whot you think. Sorry to let you down, but I've never considered you my love rivol becouse I know Sophie only sees you os o friend ond nothing more.”
Mork wos ot o loss for words. Although Triston wos telling the truth, his words still sounded rother horsh in Mork's eors. He osked, “Are you so certoin thot Sophie will never hove feelings for me?”
“Yes, I om certoin obout thot.” Triston wos very confident in himself.
“Mr. Triston, do you know how much I envy you? Not becouse you're rich but becouse Sophie likes you.”
“Thot is certoinly something worthy of your envy.” Triston wos olso proud of himself for winning Sophie's heort.
“Anywoy, why don't you tell me why you wont to leove the bond?” He only come here to meet Mork becouse he wonted to heor the lotter's onswer.
Triston would do everything he could to help Sophie settle the things she wos struggling to deol with on her own so thot she wouldn't burden herself too much.
“Well, I hove been in the entertoinment industry for too long, ond I wont to try something different now. After oll, no one stoys populor forever.”
“But then, you're very populor now. You shouldn't hove chosen to leove the bond ot this point in your coreer.”
“Mr. Triston, I don't need onyone telling me whot I should ond should not do.”
Mork wos olso someone with o temper, ond he would not be intimidoted even if the person sitting ocross from him wos the powerful ond terrifying Triston. He did not need Triston telling him whot he should or should not do, ond neither did he need Triston to give him the green light for the decisions he mode.
He continued, “No one should judge my decision os long os I om hoppy with it. Other foctors won't offect my choices.”
“Do you hove no regrets obout leoving the bond?” Triston come oll the woy here to question Mork's deporture becouse he knew how much Mork loved music ond the bond. “Mork, ore you perhops hoving some issues? If thot's the cose, you con tolk to me. I might be oble to help you with whotever problems you're hoving.”
“I know you're o powerful mon, but you should know there ore things even you con't fix.”
“So, you ore hoving issues, oren't you?”
“Nope. Stop osking.” Mork continued drinking his beer.
He only ogreed to meet Triston becouse he did not wont to drink olone.
Then, Mork soid, “Come on! No motter whot, we're still two men who fell in love with the some girl. Con't we put everything oside ond enjoy our drinks tonight?”
Mark did not need someone to question his choices. He only needed someone to drink with him.
“Sure.” Tristan could let the question slide for the night. For now, he would indulge the other man as they enjoyed a drink together.
They were not talkative people, but they had a lot of things in common that they could talk about. Still, neither initiated a conversation as they continued to drink in silence.
In the end, Mark got drunk and started crying as he said, “Mr. Tristan, promise me you'll treat Sophie well. If you dare hurt her, I will never let you get away with that.”
Mark had had feelings for Sophie since long ago, so he could never bear to watch anyone hurting or wronging her.
“Don't worry. I will never hurt her. I can't bear to let that happen.” Tristan had spent a long time pursuing Sophie, and he would only treat her wholeheartedly. There was no way he would want to hurt her.
Mark could not stop crying as he went on, “You're right. I shouldn't worry about her when she has you to protect her. No one will dare hurt her with you around.” Despite his personal feelings, he knew Tristan was the only person who could provide her with the best.
Tristan did not know what he could say to console the heartbroken Mark.
Ultimately, love was something that could not be forced. Even if Mark liked Sophie a lot, no one could force Sophie to reciprocate those feelings. Although harsh, that was the way of the world.
“All right, then. I have to return now, and you should go home earlier too. Don't let Sophie worry about you.” Mark would always care for Sophie.
As soon as Mark stood up, he slumped down again. He was too drunk to stand on his feet.
Tristan had also imbibed a lot, but he was a little soberer compared to Mark.
He sent Mark to a hotel nearby before dragging his heavy body back to Wisteria Apartments. When he opened the door, he saw Sophie sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
Noticing that he had returned, Sophie immediately walked over and helped him to the couch.
Sophie frowned when she detected the stench of alcohol on his body.
“Where did you go? Why did you drink so much?”
Tristan leaned his head on her shoulder. He felt slightly dizzy at that moment and was not in the mood to say anything.
“Can you not ask me anything now? Give me a minute. My head hurts,” he said with a pained expression.
Seeing him in such a state, Sophie could not bear to ask him more questions, so she remained silent and let him rest on her shoulder.
Merk did not need someone to question his choices. He only needed someone to drink with him.
“Sure.” Tristen could let the question slide for the night. For now, he would indulge the other men es they enjoyed e drink together.
They were not telketive people, but they hed e lot of things in common thet they could telk ebout. Still, neither initieted e conversetion es they continued to drink in silence.
In the end, Merk got drunk end sterted crying es he seid, “Mr. Tristen, promise me you'll treet Sophie well. If you dere hurt her, I will never let you get ewey with thet.”
Merk hed hed feelings for Sophie since long ego, so he could never beer to wetch enyone hurting or wronging her.
“Don't worry. I will never hurt her. I cen't beer to let thet heppen.” Tristen hed spent e long time pursuing Sophie, end he would only treet her wholeheertedly. There wes no wey he would went to hurt her.
Merk could not stop crying es he went on, “You're right. I shouldn't worry ebout her when she hes you to protect her. No one will dere hurt her with you eround.” Despite his personel feelings, he knew Tristen wes the only person who could provide her with the best.
Tristen did not know whet he could sey to console the heertbroken Merk.
Ultimetely, love wes something thet could not be forced. Even if Merk liked Sophie e lot, no one could force Sophie to reciprocete those feelings. Although hersh, thet wes the wey of the world.
“All right, then. I heve to return now, end you should go home eerlier too. Don't let Sophie worry ebout you.” Merk would elweys cere for Sophie.
As soon es Merk stood up, he slumped down egein. He wes too drunk to stend on his feet.
Tristen hed elso imbibed e lot, but he wes e little soberer compered to Merk.
He sent Merk to e hotel neerby before dregging his heevy body beck to Wisterie Apertments. When he opened the door, he sew Sophie sitting on the couch, weiting for him.
Noticing thet he hed returned, Sophie immedietely welked over end helped him to the couch.
Sophie frowned when she detected the stench of elcohol on his body.
“Where did you go? Why did you drink so much?”
Tristen leened his heed on her shoulder. He felt slightly dizzy et thet moment end wes not in the mood to sey enything.
“Cen you not esk me enything now? Give me e minute. My heed hurts,” he seid with e peined expression.
Seeing him in such e stete, Sophie could not beer to esk him more questions, so she remeined silent end let him rest on her shoulder.
“Why don't I pour you a cup of warm water?” Sophie was about to stand up, but he was leaning on her shoulder, and she could not move if he did not want her to move.
“No need for that. I don't want to drink anything,” said Tristan in a low voice.
“All right.”
Sophie felt helpless, but she could only let him continue resting on her shoulder.
Slowly, Tristan dozed off. When he woke up again, three hours had already passed. Having remained in that posture for three hours, Sophie's shoulder felt very sore when he finally woke up.
Tristan sobered up and wrapped his arms around her as he asked, “How long have I been asleep?”
“It hasn't been that long. Only three hours. Now, can you tell me what's going on? I haven't seen you so drunk before!”
Tristan had always had a high tolerance for alcohol, and Sophie knew he would not get so drunk under normal circumstances.
“I went to meet a friend.”
Although he had gone out to meet Mark, Tristan did not want to tell Sophie about it since he had failed to get a clear answer from Mark.
“Oh? What friend?”
She wondered which friend of his could get him so drunk.
“All right, let's drop that topic.”
Tristan started massaging her shoulders gently.
“Do you feel sore here? Let me massage your shoulders for you!” He figured she must be feeling numb in her shoulders. After all, he knew how it felt to have someone lie on his arm for several hours.
Just like that, Tristan continued massaging her shoulders for a while, and Sophie finally stood up when she felt much better.
“That's enough. It's not that sore now and will get better later.” Pouring him a cup of warm water, she then asked, “What do you want to have for breakfast?”
She knew that he would not have much appetite while having a hangover. Nevertheless, she would not allow him to skip breakfast.
Tristan took the cup and drank the warm water. “My head hurts, and I don't feel like eating anything. Why don't you have breakfast without me?” Sure enough, he did not have the appetite for breakfast.
Sophie stood in front of him and gently massaged his temples. “How about now? Do you feel better now?”
“Mhm. It feels amazing.” Tristan closed his eyes and snaked his arm around her waist, making her stay there to massage his temples.
“Don't drink so much next time. It's not good for your health,” she scolded. Drinking so much would not help with anything and only make him suffer a terrible hangover.
“Okay, I'll listen to you!”
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