Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Closing Her Eyes, Waiting for His Kiss

Although Noelle Sutton had left Westhill Villa, her affairs weren’t completely settled, so she didn’t contact Wyatt Yates.

Instead, she returned to her own small apartment.

Being in her own place, she seemed to relax a great deal, free from the oppressive atmosphere of Westhill Villa.

It was, in fact, Tristan Lawson’s birthday today.

No wonder Tristan Lawson had never celebrated his birthday in the past.

It turned out today was also the anniversary of his mother’s death.

She had once tried to celebrate his birthday, and he had gotten angry. She’d felt terrible at the time.

Now that she knew there was a special reason he refused to celebrate his birthday, it seemed she didn’t feel much of anything anymore.

The answer had come too late.

Perhaps if she had known sooner, she might have let go of her past grievances, even gone to apologize to Tristan Lawson, her heart aching for him.

So, everything was destined to be.

He and she were ultimately people from two different worlds; they never should have gotten together in the first place.

Tonight, neither Sophie Hughes nor the Lawson Family would likely be able to sit still.

’Let them deal with each other.’

Only then could she leave smoothly tomorrow.

Sophie Hughes had everything prepared. She took a deep breath.

’Lately, Tristan Lawson seemed to care more about Noelle Sutton. Fortunately, my appearance made Noelle lose her attachment to the marriage.’

She hadn’t dared to show her hand in front of Noelle Sutton, worried that if Noelle knew something, she would tell Tristan Lawson.

Now, she no longer had to worry. Noelle herself was giving up on Tristan Lawson.

’As long as I try hard enough,’ she thought, ’I can definitely win Tristan Lawson’s heart back.’

Sophie Hughes went to knock on the door.

"Tristan."

Tristan Lawson emerged from the room, his handsome features clearly darkened with gloom.

Sophie Hughes knew he was currently lost in his grief. In a low, soft voice, she said, "You haven’t eaten anything all evening. You must be hungry. I had a restaurant deliver some food. You can eat before you head back."

"I have no appetite."

On a day like this, he truly couldn’t eat a thing.

Sophie Hughes put on a sorrowful expression. "I’ve never once celebrated my birthday in my entire life. How about you just have a birthday meal with me? No cake, no birthday wishes, just a simple meal. Can you do that?"

Sophie Hughes was born on the same day Tristan Lawson’s mother passed away. Tristan’s maternal grandparents had only one child, his mother. On their way home from the hospital after her death, they found the newborn Sophie.

Old Mrs. Hughes believed she was a gift from heaven to compensate for the loss of her daughter and adopted her. Due to the significant age difference, they publicly claimed she was their goddaughter, but in reality, they raised her as their own flesh and blood.

With Sophie Hughes putting it that way, Tristan Lawson found it difficult to refuse.

Because of his mother, his grandparents—though they doted on Sophie—had never celebrated her birthday on the anniversary of their daughter’s death.

"Fine."

He agreed.

On the dining table, a decanted bottle of red wine was waiting.

As Sophie Hughes picked up the decanter to pour the wine, Tristan Lawson’s eyes flickered. He stopped her, his hand on her wrist. "Did you forget you’re not supposed to drink?"

"Just one tiny glass, please? The doctor said a little bit is fine."

There was no birthday cake, nor were there any presents. Not even letting her have a single drop of wine seemed a bit unreasonable.

Tristan Lawson said no more.

Sophie Hughes poured him a glass as well.

Sophie Hughes raised her glass. "Tristan, this is all I can drink. The first sip is to my departed sister. May she rest in peace."

Sophie Hughes took a delicate sip.

Tristan Lawson, on the other hand, downed nearly half the glass. When one’s mood is foul, alcohol is a good companion.

Taking tiny sips from her half-full glass, Sophie Hughes managed to keep Tristan Lawson company as he finished the entire bottle of red wine.

Feeling a hazy drunkenness, he lit a cigarette.

The way he smoked was captivating. The pale blue smoke only served to make him look all the more mysterious and handsome.

Sophie Hughes couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering.

’Tonight, he will be mine.’

’That mute, Noelle Sutton, is such a whore in bed that she has Tristan completely mesmerized. I refuse to believe I’m any worse than that mute.’

’After tonight, I will make Tristan Lawson remember me.’

The thought of how she had been watching pornographic films every night lately to study techniques made her blush.

She was the same age as Tristan Lawson, well past the age where one has physical needs. Even when she felt desperate urges, she had never crossed that line. She wanted to give her precious first time to the man she loved most.

Especially these past few days, studying those techniques had only served to deeply awaken her own desires.

Night after night, she was tormented by an insatiable itch.

And now, the man she loved was right in front of her.

The feeling of an empty, desperate need was torturing her, driving her mad.

’I want him so badly!’

That day, he had made Noelle Sutton’s mouth bleed.

’He must be even more ferocious than the men in those films.’

Tristan Lawson finished his cigarette, but it seemed unable to suppress the restless heat brought on by the alcohol.

He needed to go home.

His desires were always more potent after drinking.

Noelle Sutton’s rejections over the past few days had caused him to build up an excess of energy, and he was in desperate need of release.

Tristan Lawson stood up and grabbed his suit jacket. The alcohol had made his voice even more magnetic. "I’m heading out. You should get some rest."

The moment Tristan Lawson took a step, his legs felt unsteady.

Sophie Hughes hurried forward to support him.

"Tristan, you’ve had too much to drink; you can’t drive. I’ll call a driver for you. Let me help you to the sofa to rest for a moment."

’I’ve been drinking, so I can’t drive. And I forgot to contact Secretary Shaw to come pick me up.’

’I’ll just have to call a driver.’

Sophie Hughes helped Tristan Lawson sit down. "I’ll go make you a cup of strong tea to help you sober up."

"Mm."

As Sophie Hughes went to make the tea, she added a little extra of her special ingredient.

She had only put a small amount in the wine.

Tristan Lawson had many business dinners and social events; if it were too obvious, she worried he would notice.

Now that the wine was finished, whatever happened next would be harder to attribute to anything specific.

After all, the after-effects of red wine vary from person to person, and it was a well-known catalyst for romance.

Sophie Hughes handed the tea to Tristan Lawson, saying, "Here, drink this slowly while I call the driver."

When a man was in need, it could be quite painful.

Tristan Lawson drank the entire cup of strong tea, trying to suppress the potent desires that were about to erupt.

However, it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

His consciousness was growing increasingly hazy.

Sophie Hughes didn’t call a driver. Instead, she went to her room to shower. Having stayed at Westhill Villa before, she had specifically bought the same brand of daily bath products used there.

She emerged wearing a silk slip nightgown.

Tristan Lawson was leaning against the sofa, hovering between sleep and wakefulness.

She approached him without a word, gently using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

In his trance-like state, Tristan Lawson felt a silent tenderness.

And the familiar scent of her body wash.

’It was his Noelle...’

He grabbed Sophie Hughes’s delicate wrist, pulled her into his arms, and flipped over, pinning her beneath him.

From beginning to end, Sophie Hughes said nothing.

There was only the sound of rapid breathing and a racing heart.

To Tristan Lawson, this quiet atmosphere belonged uniquely to Noelle Sutton.

The man’s powerful, hormonal scent enveloped Sophie Hughes completely.

Her heart beat even faster.

She closed her eyes, waiting for Tristan Lawson’s kiss.