Changing Only For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 818

Chapter 818 Faith And Hard Work

Felix replied to Tristan reassuringly, “Nothing to worry about there! Lombard Group is doing great, and with us around, you can focus on taking care of yourself and Sophie.”

The three of them could lessen his load on everything else but were powerless when it came to the virus threatening Anglandur's population.

“Thanks, Felix. Keep an eye on Ysabelle, by the way. Do not allow her to come here. The situation here isn't looking too bright,” cautioned Tristan.

“Yes. I know. She's making a fuss about coming here, but I've stopped her each time.”

In fact, not causing more trouble was already the best way of helping Sophie and Tristan.

Meanwhile, much like Tristan, Nicholas was still nursing his wounds. Richard had immediately ordered someone to buy some medicated patches for Nicholas once he got home.

Still, Nicholas stubbornly refused to use them. He mumbled, “It's fine. I'm hardly going to die from these bruises.”

The fight with Tristan had been exhilarating, but Nicholas was somewhat irked that he seemed to be in a poorer state than his opponent.

Richard replied hesitantly, “Boss, if you go out like this...” He had no idea how to cushion the blow.

Nicholas is the head of the Sable family! He will be the town's laughingstock if he heads out like this.

Nicholas silenced his sputtering subordinate with a glare.

Undeterred, Richard said, “Boss, if you meet Ms. Tanner like this, I'm afraid she will merely despise you more!”

At last, the mention of Sophie's potential distaste captured Nicholas' attention.

Richard jumped on the opportunity to add, “Young women these days are all about looks. If those wounds leave a scar, that can't be good...”

“Fine! Come here and help me with the medicated patches!”

Sophie isn't my biggest fan now; I can't do anything that'll make her hate me more.

He got a blunt reminder of his ghastly “battle scars” later that day when a starving and bored Butterfly left her room in search of food.

She guffawed at the sight of his appearance. “Nicholas, you're a real sorry sight! Didn't you always think you were all that? How did someone beat you up like a rag doll?”

Her amused laughter reverberated through the room.

Other than the lack of freedom, Butterfly surprisingly had little quips for her captivity. She ate and slept well in Nicholas' house, so she was even starting to despise the man less.

Nicholas glared at his captive, who ignored his murderous gaze and sat across from him.

She even had the cheek to add, “I'm telling the truth. You have no idea how your current look amuses me.”

Nicholas was speechless with indignance. How can this woman be so tactless? Doesn't she know she'll piss off her captor like this?

He fumed, “You must be bored of living, Butterfly!”

“Pfft!” She scoffed and continued nonchalantly, “Don't threaten me. They never have and never will work on me.”

She was aware of Nicholas' somewhat psychopathic tendencies, but she also knew the man was obsessed with Sophie. As long as she was still under Sophie's backing, he would never harm her.

Her guess had hit the nail on the head. Despite her impudence, Nicholas could only glare at her in disbelief.

Pettily, he instructed Richard, “Tell the kitchen staff not to prepare meat for her dinner tonight. All she deserves is carrots.”

“D*mn it, Nicholas! You j*rk! I was just teasing you. Are you really going to feed me just carrots for dinner? Am I a rabbit or something? Let me remind you of something. Even bunnies bite! You're too much!”

Butterfly wished she could claw his face off, but she was restricted by her lack of strength.

All she got out of Nicholas was a dispassionate harrumph.

Richard was baffled by their exchange. Still, he dutifully applied the medicated patches on Nicholas' body before heading to the kitchen to convey his employer's instructions on Butterfly's very orange dinner.