Anything For Her

Chapter 880 Change Of Clothes

Tristan knew he couldn't control who Ophelia liked, but he would never allow it to affect his life.

He opened his umbrella and walked into the rain. I need to pick Sophie up since it's raining. I don't remember her

taking an umbrella before leaving the house.

Ophelia dropped to her haunches and began bawling.

She always thought one day he would notice her if she worked hard enough.

Yet, she was nothing more than a clown all along.

He had never taken her seriously.

It was rush hour. Lombard Group employees were clocking out and leaving the building.

The first sight they saw after a day of hard work was a beautiful woman weeping sadly at their workplace's front

door.

Alas, their hearts had hardened after working in the city. Everyone was stressed from living in a big city like Jipsdale.

Crying was a common sight.

Sophie, Barney, Simon, and Sandra noticed the heavy rain the minute they left the medical association. None of

them brought an umbrella.

“Don't tell me we have to stay here today.” Sandra sighed. She had completely forgotten to bring an umbrella

because she left immediately after class.

Plus, the weather report didn't mention it would rain that day.

“I'll head back in to borrow one.” Simon went back into the building. There are so many people in the medical

association that I'm sure one of them has an umbrella. I guess the security guard will also have one.

In the meantime, Tristan's conspicuous Porsche Cayenne had pulled up in front of the University of Medicine's front

door.

Sophie watched her handsome boyfriend get out of the car and open an umbrella before walking toward her.

“I hope I'm not late.”

Has she waited for long?

“Nope. I just came out. Dr. Smith, Sandra, come with us, and we'll give you a lift.”

Sandra shook her head.

“It's fine. I'll head back with Simon. Didn't he go searching for an umbrella? You don't have to mind me. Just give Dr.

Smith a ride.”

“All right, then. Make sure to leave with Simon.” Simon had gone back in to borrow an umbrella, so he should be

back in a while.

“Sorry for the trouble.” Barney didn't turn down Sophie's offer.

Tristan first helped Barney into the car, then returned to pick up Sophie.

“We'll be going then. You and Simon be careful on your way back.” Sophie left with Tristan after that.

Tristan was driving while Sophie was in the passenger seat.

Tristan was driving while Sophie was in the passenger seat.

Barney was quiet in the back seat.

“Dr. Smith, why don't you have dinner with us before going home?” Tristan and Sophie would have dinner right

after they got home.

Barney immediately waved his hands.

“No thanks. I need to accompany my wife.” He finally got the chance to accompany his wife after getting some free

time.

“All right, then. Bring her next time for a meal. It has been a while since I last saw her.”

I'm sure she's bored since she's all alone here.

“Don't worry about her. She's getting used to things just fine. Every day after dinner, she would go square dancing

with the local old ladies. Her Chanaean is now more fluent than mine.”

Before coming to Chanaea, Jessica was worried about her proficiency in Chanaean. However, joining the old ladies

helped her adapt well.

“Really?” Sophie couldn't imagine the elegant foreigner dancing with the old ladies.

“It's true. She came here because of me, and I really appreciate everything she has done for me.”

Barney was moved by the thought.

Jessica has given up a lot for me.

“She loves you deeply.” One would only give in to love.

When Barney arrived home, Jessica instantly raced out of the house with an umbrella when she heard the engine

outside. She rushed to his side as he got out of the car in the pouring rain.

A gentle smile graced Barney's lips at the sight of his wife.

“Why didn't you pick up my calls? I even thought about driving there to pick you up.” Jessica gave him a light slap

on his arm.

“There's no need for the trouble. It's raining cats and dogs out here. I don't want you driving in such dangerous

conditions.” Actually, Barney just felt bad for her. Jessica had no sense of direction. He might need to search for her

instead if she drove.

“Thanks for the ride. Let's have a meal together next time,” Barney said to Sophie and Tristan.

“Let's have dinner together next time, Mrs. Smith.” Jessica had always treated Sophie well, so Sophie liked her a lot.

“Okay. Let me know beforehand so I can do a facial spa.”

Jessica was a very particular woman. Despite her age, she would still put a lot of effort into skincare.

“You don't need a facial spa. Your skin is so supple,” Barney flattered.

Jessica cast a side glance at him.

“All right. Stop your flattery. Don't think I'll forgive you for breaking my favorite vase just because you flatter me.”

Barney reached for the umbrella handle and wrapped an arm around Jessica's waist as they headed into the house.

Despite their lack of children, they still lived a blissful life because they had each other at the very least.

Sophie watched the two with admiration.

“I hope we can be the same as them when we're old and gray.” Their relationship sure is admirable.

Tristan reached for Sophie's hand.

“We definitely will. We can also be as happy.” We'll live the rest of our lives hand in hand.

On the ride back, Sophie brought up Ophelia.

“You don't have to consider me when you make a decision about Ophelia.”

“Ophelia? She went to see you?” What's wrong with that woman? Why did she look for Sophie?

“She didn't say much. I'd always known she liked you.”

“Aren't you jealous?”

“Why would I be? You don't even like her.” As long as she was certain of that, the rest didn't matter.

Fine. My woman has always been rational.

Tristan pulled away from the Smiths' and drove to the Lombard residence. They were having dinner with William

that day.

In the meantime, William had been waiting for Tristan and Sophie. Ysabelle and Sarah had already arrived, but the

couple was still nowhere to be seen.

“Dad, should we eat first? Aren't you hungry?” I don't think he can wait with an empty stomach for long at his age.

It's already eight o'clock.

“It's fine. Since we already waited for them for this long, we might as well dine with them.” Despite his displeasure,

William supposed Tristan and Sophie would arrive soon.

The sound of an engine soon came from outside.

“Old Mr. Lombard, Mr. Tristan and Ms. Tanner are back,” the butler reported.

“Set the table. We'll be having dinner soon,” William immediately ordered.

Tristan and Sophie walked into the house. Their clothes were slightly wet.

“Sorry for making you wait. We ran into a bit of trouble on the way back,” Sophie apologized sheepishly.

“We're a family, so there's no need for apologies. Ysabelle, take Sophie to change out of her wet clothes,” William

said.