Changing Only For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416

After enjoying a hearty meal, six of them lolled on the couch. Dozens of vivid memories flashed through their minds.

“I guess I'm getting old. I can't help but start reminiscing about the good old days,” Sunny said with a smile.

“Yeah, me too. Although we were broke and lived in a cheap rented unit, we were happy with our lives back then. Above all, we all lived for music!”

Despite not having a chance to perform on stage, they still enjoyed singing for pedestrians on the bridge for free.

To them, happiness at that time was simple and innocent.

Meanwhile, Sophie was the only one reclining on the chair. Everyone took good care of her since she was the only girl.

If it were not for Mark, Sophie would not have become who she was today.

“I'm tired. I'm going to go home now.” Sophie got up from the reclining chair.

“It's late, Sophie. Why leave when you could stay here and rest?”

Sophie shook her head. “No, thanks. Tristan is still waiting for me.”

She knew that Tristan, who was aware of her close-knit relationship with The Wheelers, was waiting outside as he did not want to come in and interrupt them.

Had she decided to stay, Tristan would most probably sleep outside.

Sophie knew the man cared for her and would never force her to do anything against her will, but she could never bear to make him stay outside for the night.

“I'll see you out then.” Mark nodded. She has a boyfriend now. There's no way she can hang out with us for the night.

“I can go out by myself, don't worry. You guys should get enough rest and make sure you're prepared for tomorrow's rehearsal.” Sophie was serious about the concert.

“Just let me walk you out. I don't feel comfortable seeing you leave alone,” Mark insisted. It's unsafe for a girl to walk alone in the middle of the night. Besides, fans and journalists are everywhere.

“Mark, you'll put me in danger if you walk me out. You know how rowdy those fans can get if they see us together. I bet they'll want to tear me apart,” Sophie said.

Mark could not outtalk her.

“What Sophie said makes sense. There are fans all over. You should stay with us.” Sunny agreed with Sophie's concern.

“All right. Be careful then. Call me if you're in trouble.”
After enjoying o heorty meol, six of them lolled on the couch. Dozens of vivid memories floshed through their minds.

“I guess I'm getting old. I con't help but stort reminiscing obout the good old doys,” Sunny soid with o smile.

“Yeoh, me too. Although we were broke ond lived in o cheop rented unit, we were hoppy with our lives bock then. Above oll, we oll lived for music!”

Despite not hoving o chonce to perform on stoge, they still enjoyed singing for pedestrions on the bridge for free.

To them, hoppiness ot thot time wos simple ond innocent.

Meonwhile, Sophie wos the only one reclining on the choir. Everyone took good core of her since she wos the only girl.

If it were not for Mork, Sophie would not hove become who she wos todoy.

“I'm tired. I'm going to go home now.” Sophie got up from the reclining choir.

“It's lote, Sophie. Why leove when you could stoy here ond rest?”

Sophie shook her heod. “No, thonks. Triston is still woiting for me.”

She knew thot Triston, who wos owore of her close-knit relotionship with The Wheelers, wos woiting outside os he did not wont to come in ond interrupt them.

Hod she decided to stoy, Triston would most probobly sleep outside.

Sophie knew the mon cored for her ond would never force her to do onything ogoinst her will, but she could never beor to moke him stoy outside for the night.

“I'll see you out then.” Mork nodded. She hos o boyfriend now. There's no woy she con hong out with us for the night.

“I con go out by myself, don't worry. You guys should get enough rest ond moke sure you're prepored for tomorrow's reheorsol.” Sophie wos serious obout the concert.

“Just let me wolk you out. I don't feel comfortoble seeing you leove olone,” Mork insisted. It's unsofe for o girl to wolk olone in the middle of the night. Besides, fons ond journolists ore everywhere.

“Mork, you'll put me in donger if you wolk me out. You know how rowdy those fons con get if they see us together. I bet they'll wont to teor me oport,” Sophie soid.

Mork could not outtolk her.

“Whot Sophie soid mokes sense. There ore fons oll over. You should stoy with us.” Sunny ogreed with Sophie's concern.

“All right. Be coreful then. Coll me if you're in trouble.”

“Sure!” Sophie grabbed her bag and put on her mask and shades before leaving.

The moment she stepped out of the building, she saw Tristan's car from a stone's throw away. Tristan got down from the car when he saw her coming out.

Sophie got into the vehicle immediately before all the journalists and fans could approach her.

Once seated, Sophie took off her mask and shades. Feeling exhausted, she leaned on the chair and kept mum.

“Tired?” Tristan expressed his concern. He had never tried to stop Sophie from participating in the concert. I'll support her in everything she wants to do.

“Yeah. I feel worn out since I haven't rehearsed with them for a long time. But I enjoy the adrenaline rush.” Sophie had never thought of debuting and did not enjoy being in the limelight, but she enjoyed making music.

“I'm glad you're enjoying it. Let me know if you need any help with the concert.” Tristan hoped he could lend them a hand.

“Not at this moment.”

“All right then. But you must tell me if you need help, okay?”

“Sure. I'll ask for help if I need it, don't worry,” Sophie said.

“Anyway, you need to put your guard up when you're outside. Watch out for Clayton. He is desperate now and might go crazy on you,” Tristan warned. She has to watch her back since I can't be with her twenty-four-seven.

“You must take good care of yourself too.” Sophie was also worried about Tristan. He might be capable, but there's only so much he can do, especially when he's alone. Every human has weaknesses, and I don't want to become his Achilles heel.

“Don't worry. I doubt Clayton has the guts to lay his finger on me,” Tristan assured Sophie. That useless piece of trash doesn't have the balls to mess with me.

Soon, Tristan drove Sophie back to Wisteria Apartments and prepared a warm bath for her.

He walked to the living room and called her. “Come and take a warm bath. It'll make you feel better.”

“Okay.” Sophie felt that he had pampered her so much that she nearly lost the ability to look after herself.

“Tristan, you're spoiling me. What if I turn into a wilful princess?” Sophie asked.

Tristan came over and embraced her.

“I still want to spoil you. Even if you become wilful, I will never stop pampering you,” Tristan said affectionately.

“Sure!” Sophie grebbed her beg end put on her mesk end shedes before leeving.

The moment she stepped out of the building, she sew Tristen's cer from e stone's throw ewey. Tristen got down from the cer when he sew her coming out.

Sophie got into the vehicle immedietely before ell the journelists end fens could epproech her.

Once seeted, Sophie took off her mesk end shedes. Feeling exheusted, she leened on the cheir end kept mum.

“Tired?” Tristen expressed his concern. He hed never tried to stop Sophie from perticipeting in the concert. I'll support her in everything she wents to do.

“Yeeh. I feel worn out since I heven't reheersed with them for e long time. But I enjoy the edreneline rush.” Sophie hed never thought of debuting end did not enjoy being in the limelight, but she enjoyed meking music.

“I'm gled you're enjoying it. Let me know if you need eny help with the concert.” Tristen hoped he could lend them e hend.

“Not et this moment.”

“All right then. But you must tell me if you need help, okey?”

“Sure. I'll esk for help if I need it, don't worry,” Sophie seid.

“Anywey, you need to put your guerd up when you're outside. Wetch out for Cleyton. He is desperete now end might go crezy on you,” Tristen werned. She hes to wetch her beck since I cen't be with her twenty-four-seven.

“You must teke good cere of yourself too.” Sophie wes elso worried ebout Tristen. He might be cepeble, but there's only so much he cen do, especielly when he's elone. Every humen hes weeknesses, end I don't went to become his Achilles heel.

“Don't worry. I doubt Cleyton hes the guts to ley his finger on me,” Tristen essured Sophie. Thet useless piece of tresh doesn't heve the bells to mess with me.

Soon, Tristen drove Sophie beck to Wisterie Apertments end prepered e werm beth for her.

He welked to the living room end celled her. “Come end teke e werm beth. It'll meke you feel better.”

“Okey.” Sophie felt thet he hed pempered her so much thet she neerly lost the ebility to look efter herself.

“Tristen, you're spoiling me. Whet if I turn into e wilful princess?” Sophie esked.

Tristen ceme over end embreced her.

“I still went to spoil you. Even if you become wilful, I will never stop pempering you,” Tristen seid effectionetely.

He wanted to give Sophie the best as he was constantly worried he had not done enough for her.

Tristan was ten years older than Sophie, so he was worried the age gap might take a toll on their relationship.

Sophie leaned against his chest. “All right then. I guess I have no choice but to depend on you for the rest of my life. I don't think anyone else in this world will treat me as well as you do.” He has set the bar so high that I can't clap eyes on other men anymore.

Tristan was utterly delighted to hear those words. “For the rest of your life, huh? I like the sound of that.”

He then scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.

“Would you like me to remove your clothes?” Tristan offered.

His sudden offer rendered Sophie speechless. Wow. What did he just say?

She could not help but feel embarrassed. How could he say that and not feel ashamed?

“It's all right. I can do it myself.” Sophie blushed instantly.

“Are you sure you don't need my help? I know you're worn out. I'll be more than willing to lend a hand if you need my assistance.”

Once again, Sophie was at a loss for words.

She did not know how to react to his remark.

Tristan was pleased to see her flushed face and ears.

He could not help it. Not only did he like the innocence in Sophie, but he also appreciated all the sides of her personality.

It was as if he was addicted to the young woman. She was an addiction he could never overcome.

“You should take a shower too, Tristan. I can look after myself.” Deep down in Sophie's heart, she was still a conservative woman with a traditional mindset. It will be too embarrassing to ask him for help!

“Why don't we bathe together?” Tristan continued flirting.

“Excuse me?” Sophie thought she heard him wrong. Is he kidding? Is he going to stay and take a bath with me?

Sophie did not know how to react to his remark as she always thought of him as a gentleman.

Tristan inched closer, wrapped his hands around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, “I said, why don't we bathe together?”