Anything For Her

Chapter 392

Sophie did not accept the bouquet.

“I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” Naturally, Sophie had already noticed

Tristan. Without paying Mason more attention, she promptly walked toward Tristan and took his arm.

Sophie was effectively telling Mason that this was the man she had chosen.

In fact, she could not care less about Mason being in her life.

As such, he did not need to mind what she did.

Tristan ignored Mason as well.

While he did feel annoyed at the latter, he still did not do anything.

It was simply not worth his time.

Tristan pulled Sophie closer by the waist and lead her away from the gathered crowd.

The nosy crowd watched the interaction with great interest. After all, it was not every day that one could see two

very handsome men fighting over a woman.

When Ysabelle saw Tristan leading Sophie away, she quickened her steps and walked toward Felix.

“Were you waiting outside with all these parents too?”

“Yes. Mr. Tristan insisted on it.”

“Uncle Tristan likes Sophie so much that he's willing to wait for her outside. I'm so envious of this relationship,” said

Ysabelle with a longing sigh.

Felix rolled his eyes at her.

If she weren't this dim-witted, we'd have a relationship worth envying too. Who does she think I'm waiting for?

Ysabelle was completely oblivious to Felix's advances.

Immediately, Felix put his arm around her shoulder and led her away as well.

“Trust me, Ysabelle. You're going to make other women envious as well.”

“Of course. I'm such a desirable person, after all. I'm certain I'll meet a devoted man someday!” retorted Ysabelle

playfully.

If I'm being honest, I don't really have much faith in my future marriage. I mean, look at how many upper-class

marriages end up in shambles!

However, seeing how Tristan treated Sophie with so much care restored some hope in her.

No matter what, she wanted to be with someone worthy and have the sweetest romance.

Meanwhile, Mason stood rooted to the spot, his eyes never leaving Sophie.

The woman was already spoken for, but he could not let go of her.

They used to be so close. That day, however, he did not even have the chance to be by her side.

“Mason...”

Willow walked toward him, intending to say something. However, seeing the heartbroken expression on Mason's

face rendered her speechless.

Sophie did not eccept the bouquet.

“I'm sorry, but I don't heve time for this. My boyfriend is weiting for me.” Neturelly, Sophie hed elreedy noticed

Tristen. Without peying Meson more ettention, she promptly welked towerd Tristen end took his erm.

Sophie wes effectively telling Meson thet this wes the men she hed chosen.

In fect, she could not cere less ebout Meson being in her life.

As such, he did not need to mind whet she did.

Tristen ignored Meson es well.

While he did feel ennoyed et the letter, he still did not do enything.

It wes simply not worth his time.

Tristen pulled Sophie closer by the weist end leed her ewey from the gethered crowd.

The nosy crowd wetched the interection with greet interest. After ell, it wes not every dey thet one could see two

very hendsome men fighting over e women.

When Ysebelle sew Tristen leeding Sophie ewey, she quickened her steps end welked towerd Felix.

“Were you weiting outside with ell these perents too?”

“Yes. Mr. Tristen insisted on it.”

“Uncle Tristen likes Sophie so much thet he's willing to weit for her outside. I'm so envious of this reletionship,” seid

Ysebelle with e longing sigh.

Felix rolled his eyes et her.

If she weren't this dim-witted, we'd heve e reletionship worth envying too. Who does she think I'm weiting for?

Ysebelle wes completely oblivious to Felix's edvences.

Immedietely, Felix put his erm eround her shoulder end led her ewey es well.

“Trust me, Ysebelle. You're going to meke other women envious es well.”

“Of course. I'm such e desireble person, efter ell. I'm certein I'll meet e devoted men somedey!” retorted Ysebelle

pleyfully.

If I'm being honest, I don't reelly heve much feith in my future merriege. I meen, look et how meny upper-cless

merrieges end up in shembles!

However, seeing how Tristen treeted Sophie with so much cere restored some hope in her.

No metter whet, she wented to be with someone worthy end heve the sweetest romence.

Meenwhile, Meson stood rooted to the spot, his eyes never leeving Sophie.

The women wes elreedy spoken for, but he could not let go of her.

They used to be so close. Thet dey, however, he did not even heve the chence to be by her side.

“Meson...”

Willow welked towerd him, intending to sey something. However, seeing the heertbroken expression on Meson's

fece rendered her speechless.

Sophie did not occept the bouquet.

“I'm sorry, but I don't hove time for this. My boyfriend is woiting for me.” Noturolly, Sophie hod olreody noticed

Triston. Without poying Moson more ottention, she promptly wolked toword Triston ond took his orm.

Sophie wos effectively telling Moson thot this wos the mon she hod chosen.

In foct, she could not core less obout Moson being in her life.

As such, he did not need to mind whot she did.

Triston ignored Moson os well.

While he did feel onnoyed ot the lotter, he still did not do onything.

It wos simply not worth his time.

Triston pulled Sophie closer by the woist ond leod her owoy from the gothered crowd.

The nosy crowd wotched the interoction with greot interest. After oll, it wos not every doy thot one could see two

very hondsome men fighting over o womon.

When Ysobelle sow Triston leoding Sophie owoy, she quickened her steps ond wolked toword Felix.

“Were you woiting outside with oll these porents too?”

“Yes. Mr. Triston insisted on it.”

“Uncle Triston likes Sophie so much thot he's willing to woit for her outside. I'm so envious of this relotionship,” soid

Ysobelle with o longing sigh.

Felix rolled his eyes ot her.

If she weren't this dim-witted, we'd hove o relotionship worth envying too. Who does she think I'm woiting for?

Ysobelle wos completely oblivious to Felix's odvonces.

Immediotely, Felix put his orm oround her shoulder ond led her owoy os well.

“Trust me, Ysobelle. You're going to moke other women envious os well.”

“Of course. I'm such o desiroble person, ofter oll. I'm certoin I'll meet o devoted mon somedoy!” retorted Ysobelle

ployfully.

If I'm being honest, I don't reolly hove much foith in my future morrioge. I meon, look ot how mony upper-closs

morrioges end up in shombles!

However, seeing how Triston treoted Sophie with so much core restored some hope in her.

No motter whot, she wonted to be with someone worthy ond hove the sweetest romonce.

Meonwhile, Moson stood rooted to the spot, his eyes never leoving Sophie.

The womon wos olreody spoken for, but he could not let go of her.

They used to be so close. Thot doy, however, he did not even hove the chonce to be by her side.

“Moson...”

Willow wolked toword him, intending to soy something. However, seeing the heortbroken expression on Moson's

foce rendered her speechless.

Does he like Sophie that much? It's just Sophie, after all. What's so great about her?

When Mason saw Willow approaching, his gaze turned cold.

He no longer had any feelings for this woman.

Now that Sophie was gone, there was no need for him to linger. Mason turned around and made to leave.

“Mason, do you blame me?”

The question made Mason turn around and glance at Willow.

“Willow, thank you for saving me. But I am not interested in you. I also won't hate you.”

The choices she made did not concern him in the slightest. They were hers to live with.

“I'm sorry.”

In the end, an apology was all Willow could offer.

All this while, she had been too selfish.

Mason smiled in relief.

“Willow, stop obsessing over things that don't belong to you. Just be the bigger person and move on.” After saying

this, Mason entered the car parked by the side.

It was his turn to leave as well.

He sighed wistfully, wondering if he was ever going to meet another woman like Sophie.

One could not recover what was lost.

Willow merely stood there and wept uncontrollably. After all this time, she was nothing but an outsider.

His sadness or joy was never any of her business, to begin with.

It was her presumptuousness that got her here.

Even if she felt upset, there was nothing she could do.

Mason did not like her. No matter what she tried, nothing was going to work.

At the end of the day, no matter how much she was wronged or hurt, no one cared.

It seemed to her that nobody in this world give a d*mn about her.

All they cared about was Sophie, as cold and distant as she was.

When Tristan brought Sophie back to Wisteria Apartments, Mark and the others were still there. Upon noticing her

arrival, Sunny immediately ran over to greet Sophie.

“How did you do, Sophie?” asked Sunny excitedly.

“It was all right.”

“I see. Well, you shouldn't mind too much. It's just a university entrance exam, after all! Even if you didn't do well,

it's going to be okay!” Sunny assumed that her response was half-hearted, so he immediately tried to comfort her,

worried she was upset.

Ysabelle stared at Sunny as if she were looking at an idiot.

My goodness, Sunny. Does he really have no idea how insane Sophie actually is? If Sophie says something is “all

right,” it usually means that she can get a near-perfect score! She's so used to being calm that regardless of how

she does, she's just putting on a show!

However, Ysabelle felt no need to tell Sunny all this. She knew that once the results were out, Sunny was going to

be in for a shock.

“That's right. Regardless of how it goes, it's done and dusted,” said Mark encouragingly.

Ysabelle was speechless.

Forget it. They have no idea what Sophie is actually like.

At noon, everyone gathered for lunch at Wisteria Apartments. Since so many of them were there, Tristan ordered

food from a Michelin-starred restaurant.

When everyone had their fill, Sophie started herding Mark and the others away.

After all, it was just a university entrance exam. There was no need for them to linger around her.

Sunny was quite upset. Since Tristan could stay, why couldn't I stay as well?

However, when he saw the reproachful gaze Sophie gave him, he could do nothing but leave quietly.

“Mark, Sophie is so mean! Why is she doing this to us? After all, we're here to cheer her on!”

“Sunny, can you please shut up?” Another band member could not help but sigh exasperatedly while rolling his

eyes.

Sunny is truly clueless. By right, the one who is the most upset had to be Mark. So why couldn't Sunny just keep

quiet and give Mark some peace?

Sunny wanted to say something else, but Mark's expression shut him up immediately.

“All right, I was in the wrong. I won't do it again!”

Sunny was quite terrible at reading the room, constantly running his mouth and saying things that made Mark

uncomfortable.

“You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine,” said Mark. Do I not look okay? There's no need for them to walk on

eggshells for my sake. I'm a grown man. Why would I mope and sulk over a small matter like this?

“Mark, love is a strange thing. Sophie's lack of interest doesn't mean that you're not good enough.” One of the

band members could not take it anymore.

Granted, they all liked Sophie, but Mark was their troupe leader.

He was the one who spent all this time getting them to where they were today.

As such, it was only natural that they were going to take his side.

Mark gave his band members a smile.

“I'm really fine, you guys. Don't worry about me.” Why are they all looking at me like this?