Rise Above The Betrayal (Sophia and Tristan) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

“What did you just say to my grandpa?” Sophia asked while nudging Tristan’s arm with her elbow, 

When she got close to him, that cool pinewood scent enveloped her again, reminding Sophia of everything that had happened in the room. 

Her bare elbow brushed against the man’s shirt. For some reason, Sophia suddenly recalled the sensation of her palm against the skin of the man’s chest. 

It made her forget the question she wanted to explore, and she sprang back suddenly. 

Tristan had already grasped Sophia’s hand at the moment she recoiled as if he had already anticipated it. 

His hand was extremely warm. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, easily enveloping her hand in his palm 

He successfully held down the girl who had tried to spring away. 

“If you want to know,” Tristan chuckled softly, bending closer to the girl, “Call me ‘honey, and I’ll tell you.” 

Sophia blushed again when she heard the word “honey“. She felt somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, attempting to shake off his hand, but she failed. 

“What a cunning liar he ist Deliberately emphasizing that word. I won’t say it again, no way! Sophia said in her mind. 

Sophia couldn’t shake him off, so she simply gave in, letting him hold her hand and lead her towards the manor gate. She even turned her head to the side, as if she couldn’t be bothered to talk to him. 

The man beside her laughed even more joyfully. That low, lazy laughter, with an attractive tone like sweet music, made her want to listen carefully. 

“But did he have to laugh so provocatively? In this world, only he could do that!‘ She thought and seemed confused. 

“It’s actually fine if you don’t say it. That lazy, enticing voice was close to her ear. 

He leaned closer, deliberately breathing warmly onto her ear and tickling her ears. 

Sophia couldn’t resist this warm breath, a blush spread from her ears to her delicate face, adding a touch of bashful liveliness to her features. 

Sophia seemed vexed, she raised her fist and was about to shake her fist at Tristan’s face. 

Tristan’s voice reached her ears, “I just told Grandpa, if he agreed, I didn’t mind taking your name after we got married. 

Sophia froze with surprise, her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Tristan. 

“Taking my name? 

‘Could Tristan, the head of the Yeats Family, marry into the Roscente Family?‘ She asked herself in her mind. 

“What about the Yeats Family? Will Andrew Yeats object? She had so many questions in her heart. 

“No, he won’t” Seeming to see through her thoughts, Tristan raised his other hand to enfold the small fist lying in front of his face. “As long as I’m willing to marry, even if I bring all the assets of the Yeats Family as a dowry, he would absolutely agree.” 

He paused slightly, then suddenly applied a little more force with both hands. Both of Sophia’s hands were held by him, and 

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Chapter 112 

the pull drew her into Tristan’s embrace. 

The man’s warm lips landed near her ear, and he lowered his voice with a chuckle, “If you are the jetore I will winery, my grandpa will be even more satisfied.” 

The rich, woody cold fragrance was alluring and captivating, winding around Sophia, wrapping her nusively 

Sophia could feel the scorching warmth from his body, setting her heart into a frantic rhydun. However, this embered was not as tangled as it was in the rooin, nor as domineering 

It was just after a whisper. He released her, his broad palm landing on her head, his fingers gendy ribbing nera 

When his fingertips brushed against her scalp, Sophia only felt a shiver down her neck, that tingling aman villy coursing through her entire body, from head to toe. She froze, not moving a muscle 

“Alright, let’s stop here.” Tristan’s eyes grew tender. 

His voice was hoarse, as rich and intoxicating as fine wine, “If I walk you any further, I think I wont let you ge 

He let go of her hands, his hand sliding slowly from her hair. The scorching warmth moved away 

Sophia’s long lashes fluttered slightly, and she inexplicably felt a bit uncomfortable. 

She pressed her rosy lips together, turned her head to one side, and hummed sofily, “Go, go ahead and leave! 

Tristan gazed deeply at her delicate face. He smiled and took a few steps toward the mansion’s gate, then tumet back. Ins clear voice ringing out as security guards watched them. “See you tomorrow, my fiancée” 

The security guards at the door looked astounded by the words 

“Miss Foster had become Mr. Yeats’s fiancée? 

Does that mean Mr. Yeats will be the Roscente Family’s son–in–l